Today’s nostalgia is fairly intense, it has a vice grip on my mind. I’m hollow beneath this skin. The sun has fallen behind the clouds, as it did when I was young. Maybe it is what it is, but it isn’t what it should be, this road bending left whilst I need a sharp right. It doesn’t seem to be the same road I was on long ago, though it appears to be the one I’ll be on from this day forth. It’s such a complex concept, grasping life, growing up, growing on… So now I’m grown, biting my tongue, stitching my mouth to no opinion, a drone to the clones before me, bring me yesterday a decade ago. Fuck today. Fuck tomorrow. I’m waiting for death.
