Nostalgia

The channels of my mind lead me to old familiar destinations. Breathing in cold winter air, swaying to ambient songs, moving closer to whomever I please. A brilliant delirium seeping into my days, intensified only by nights. A silent voice whispering love into my ear, a word brought to life by my lips. I swallow. What’s wrong with this life? My happiness is born from sex and drugs and starving my body till I’m gone. Spinning until I fall, my fragile bones ache and my mind continues to buzz. Stuck on those little game pieces, transforming my entire being into something unknown. Memories become the adhesive that binds my life together. Indifferent to the world that surrounds me. Surviving on the world in my mind.