it’s a funny sort of feeling
of longing for places
you know you cannot return to
and even if you could
it wouldn’t be the same.
it’s a funny sort of feeling
to dream of a life you once had
one where every bit of you
almost
wished you were somewhere else
(far away)
that you could start over again
and then you wake up and find that
you got your wish
and you are no happier
it’s a funny sort of feeling
wishing you could turn back time
relive part of your life
just so you could have what you used to but
you know you can’t
because Time has only one Master
it’s a funny sort of feeling
when you start to forget
and eventually all you have left of places you once knew like the back of your hand are
bits and pieces of sound and smell
fragments of faces and wisps of songs you used to listen to every day but now
now you can’t stand to anymore because all you hear is
everything you used to have
by Africameleon