sixgun

tonight as i sat in my room i was blindsided by nostalgia. i left and wandered the streets of this town, my town, aimlessly. i wasn't looking for anything. i guess i was trying to take in a breath and hold it for as long as i could. seconds. minutes. years? why is it, that time, something so eternal, can fade with such ease.

i yearn for the days past. i yearn for the pounding of my heart from raw energy. time. motion. i yearn for the carefree innocence that i can never reclaim. i realize i've lost parts of my being and memory that will never return, and because i was trying to stop time. because i was being carefree. have i lost what is truely important to me? am i who i was. better? worse?

take time. take a breath. hold it. relish in it.