I seek my past in the present so as much that I dont know the present exists. It ceases to be there in my timeline. I would do anything to get that broken heart healed or that friend come back to me but what about this lovely picture being painted right in front of me, it doesnt matter I am not part of this. I am the missing piece in anything beautiful.
I brood and cry over whats gone by, I run through each event I spent with you because thats all I have, memories. My life is so desolate without you.
If I have a past and no present, I have absolutely no future. Who cares about the present and the future, I am in love with my past.
Dont shake me, dont wake me, let me go backwards in time and sleep in the coziness of my melancholy to never return again.