Perfect Nostalgia

The strong self-conscious feeling. The cracking from your knuckles. The sad story in your eyes. Unpredictable winds becoming your personal scent. The lingering sense of loss. The hope you lack. The hate you stack. The world crumbling into your arms. The thoughts on your mind running wild. The pain in your chest spreading wide. The last time you hoped; was the last time you broke. The future lays on your past. The perfect nostalgia won’t forever last. The cold in your hands will turn warm. The way you’ve been hurt; you’ll never harm. The real you, will evolve. The lost you, will dissolve. The next morning you open your eyes, you will thank the Lord. The story that to you is owed; don’t doubt it. It will be told.

-Krissia Chavez