Where you feel nostalgic.
Where time stops, and you hear that song from back when, or see those familiar places. And the only thing you want to do is go back in time. Pause, rewind, relive.
To go back to the safety of your hometown, the sanctity of your own bedroom, the network of faces and places you grew to be comfortable with. Those things that are never really supposed to vanish. Your senior prom, which is never supposed to end, your high school graduation, which is never supposed to come, your first year of college, which you never thought you were going to see.
I want to walk the streets of my hometown again. I want to crawl into my own bed, in my own room, later and more quietly than I’m supposed to. Sit in my kitchen with my parents, lay in the field with my friends, appreciate all the simple things I took for granted. I want the scents, the feelings, the changes and familiarities.
I’m having yet another mini panic attack. Where has my time gone? Where is it going? What am I doing with myself. What am I?
And why am I so young, yet feeling so extremely old?Posted 1 year ago with 2 notes