Adulthood is a nightmare.
I am a living, breathing falsehood of multiple identities. Before I fell asleep there was this vision of being seventeen in highschool -- high and looking out a window at a tree. It was an easy time, Less polar. Or so I think. It seems I'm reinterpreting the meaning of a past that was equally as nightmarish as the now is.
Its a method of visualizing. Making a time in our life seem more romantic than it was. I don't mean John Cusak/Molly Ringwald romance -- I mean William Blake romance. The LSD romance. The safety of home romance. The first relationship romance. The romance of nostalgia in essence.
Nostalgia is a nightmare.
I am a living, breathing falsehood of multiple identities. Before I fell asleep there was this vision of being seventeen in highschool -- high and looking out a window at a tree. It was an easy time, Less polar. Or so I think. It seems I'm reinterpreting the meaning of a past that was equally as nightmarish as the now is.
Its a method of visualizing. Making a time in our life seem more romantic than it was. I don't mean John Cusak/Molly Ringwald romance -- I mean William Blake romance. The LSD romance. The safety of home romance. The first relationship romance. The romance of nostalgia in essence.
Nostalgia is a nightmare.