NomsAplenty

not even echoes answer and nostalgia lingers an old friend, holding out til the end heroes all dead and buried, imagination and fiction call back to innocence everyone's gone, the confusion and anger the excitement and energy, the shining moments yet you sit in the dark, trying to rekindle memories you burned down a long a time ago, and the ashes won't light it's the strangest thing when you've no where to turn you don't look up seeking guidance or stare downward out of shame and regret that tired gaze focuses straight ahead but it's not seeing anything at all