“Stand here in this small town, and tell me how it feels”-Julia Stone.
Sitting here in this little town feels like I’m stuck in a vacuum tight jar unable to breathe; the air clearly presented in front of me. I've skipped a large portion of my life: the part where I’m supposed to believe in love and fairy tale, cliche phrases and wildest assumptions. I've jumped straight to the conclusion where I’m walking the tightrope that could potentially lean either way leaving me exposed. I’m at the stage, only the beginning, starting to develop life long interests and longings for much too familiar places. Strangely enough- I've never visited, ...nostalgia. Nostalgia is a prominent figment my thoughts wander to everyday, without notice. Out of many upon thousands of unfortunate feelings this perhaps is one of the worst, longing for something you're not sure you will ever see. The tightrope could go either way really, backfire or serving as a solution. With this burning inside for a place my mind has no vision of, I let, once again, words speak.
‘Nostalgia Can Kill’
By: Rylee Stevens
(original poetry)
I've wasted my thought process recalling old memories,
hung up on coat racks.
I've wasted my love on the idea of leaving here,
going back-
Only to find myself stuck in the ditch that sunk deeper and deeper beneath the surface,
seems the deeper I go the more sadness builds up inside my bones.
Screaming,
“Do not forget me!”
I will always be here!
do not forget the very thing that you signed your life over to the moment you fell flat on your face!
Truth is the more you think you know
the less you actually capture.
“Do not forget me”... I hear.
I was the one you caught you while the brick pile remained on the ground,
your broken bones were pieces I took the dignity to pick up!
fragments of collisions of nights clouded your mind-
Nostalgia can kill! I say.
but the killing isn't done as according-
its almost a form of homicide you see...
I will kill you with the fact
that the outline of your life was framed with the hands of another,
then-
I'll kill myself.
I hear,
I can't let you go without leaving myself!
I've dedicated the idea of reminding one they can never move on to you,
because your the one I saved darling!
The ditch was just a cover up,
the dirt was an illusion...
I can take you again,
place your hands in mine!
I'll remind you what its like to lose your breath
to cry yourself to sleep over the pure fact that I’m not going anywhere!
I'm here with you forever and always,
this is a long process you wont ever-
EVER-
get out of.
I'll take your life into my hands and grip onto every sane thought you have left.
I will push you to the edge onto you can no longer see the earth beneath your feet.
...I hear
I-
I will kill you.
But not before you see,
what I'm doing.
I-
I will kill you
but I will not be the one held responsible.
