Severe Nostalgia

whilst bored as **** sitting in front of the screen, wanting to remember better days, wanting to feel like it never ended, wanting to feel young again, wanting to have the heart stir, wanting to feel the ears pang with noise, wanting to sway in the crowd, wanting it all to seem better again & alive, oh, so alive--- s/he turns to youtube, wonderful, blissgiving youtube, who stores the footage of said favorite bands of yesteryear & s/he starts to watch & relive, watch & relive, pondering how back then in such a wonderful state of awe, s/he really didn’t know a thing, s/he had no idea of just how quick it would all go away & becoming jealous of the wandering youth of today & becoming spiteful, bitter & with all those horrible flooding notions, s/he gets angry at her/his favorite band, who, like her/him, has rotted away as well, sold out, disappeared & then pathetically attempted to resurrect & reinvigorate, a corpse that was no longer relevant or energetic, to say the least & with a 1000 tears blistering inside, s/he mutter to her/himself in the deep dark seclusion of a night spent home in front of the screen, “this, is how i want to remember them…yes, this is how i want to remember them,” knowing all to well that “then,” is all s/he wants to remember.