Soul Prose

I blame nostalgia for this,

from that moment to this instant,

screaming now-- the little voice too naive to listen

out of mind-- faded? gone to where? distance?

Came back to the city where it held me once

was it once? reminiscing, now that time is passing by

brought me back all the smiles and pain it resides

strong as its pine scent, no longer I care, no longer I mind

I blame nostalgia for this

rushed through my body was the sense of déjà vu

remember how I snack between breaks to your daily rendezvous,

and how my my eyes met yours a course of liveliness come through

Came back to the city where it held me once

scenery on streets, crooked sights, even alley walls still seems to be the same

even though what touched of my thoughts of you is tainted in pain

I remember, never will I ever go back here again

and again question why was it missing a while ago

when it hadn't left you at all

yet your fingers has traces of somewhere you didn't know

in the bathroom mirror

you managed to glance at it

a bug-eyed mess in a horrified stare

a face, unrecognizable, contoured explicitly

Going to bed to sleep off the red and blue spots you've been seeing

instead, a sudden coldness spread onto your back

in pain and hurting, a shot of a moment of relief

as if to say that you belong to be fallen and weak

wanting it to be over

"I want it to be over,

i need to sleep"

It's the same in a way...