it’s getting close to midnight again and only the sound of my keyboard is keeping me company.
nothing has changed in about a month.
i don’t want to say i’m not happy, because i am.
happier than i’ve been in a while.
more and more comfortable in my own skin with each day that passes.
i just have these moments every time i can’t sleep
where every memory i’ve ever made comes rushing back,
and my chest tightens the same way it did in october.
back when the cold still drove us to keep each other warm
and the weight of growing up still hadn’t fully settled in.
i wanna say i’ll stop being nostalgic someday,
but i think i know better by now.