We had blue thoughts back in those days
When it seemed, the skies were always gray
What were we thinking in those days?
Only to get away from that place
Youth is carefree, except when it’s not
When the troubles of blackened days
Cloud a mind that eventually strays
And wants to cut the cord of thought
I left the room and entered the woods
Thinking there would be peace among
The trees and the bosom of nature
But the landscape was featureless
And the wind cried desperately
I’ve never turned back, just like that
When nostalgia returns like a slow burn
I erase my thoughts and delete the memories
Dropping them in the trash bins
That surround me in infinity
(Photo by Michel Catalisano on Unsplash)
