Younger days

Those days are gone.
Replaced by endless waltz with sorrow and pain.
If I can only wish those days back, those days I feel more safe from this earth’s peril..
I will..
But yes, those days are gone and never will be..
Battle my personal demons
Battle my inner self.. Never ending prison of my own imagination.
Fake solutions to real problems.
My younger days are gone.. Or should I say, I was robbed.
Never will it be.. It will only haunt me in my dreams..
Those days, I can still smell wet soil. I can still smell morning dew of our backyard. Distant memory can only make you nostalgia. Remembering the things that never will be. Remember the things that have been. I can just create new things with the hope of purity of old.


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