maybe its in this mood. this mood of stoic indifference, which we're supposed to live out lives. to watch, take in, empathize but not feel. to wonder about things that would have been instead of living in denial of feelings that have come to pass. its a mood that return in cycles and intensifies after each binge on nostalgia. forget, return to where you should be. now, not then, not later, now. forgive me, for hiding in memories where i don't belong.
