There’s something about nostalgia
I obsess over it.
Most of my tattoos are tied to it,
half of my wardrobe is related to it.
I attach myself to the past,
it’s difficult to let it go,
it’s too easy to reflect on,
to reminisce about the Simpler Times.
I find myself playing old games from my childhood,
going for walks where I spent so much time as a child,
I’m often let down,
the games aren’t what they used to be,
the walks cluttered with litter and nosy people,
but I find myself drawn to it all.
Maybe it’s something to do with the simplicity of it
and how nothing ever seems as simple as back then.
It’s beautiful in the saddest fashion,
how I will never again relive those memories,
and every day they’ll fade more
until I hardly remember them at all.