Some of my favorite things to do when i was younger were things that complimented each other perfectly,
Like making hot cocoa right before sitting down to watch a cheesy christmas rom-com
Or playing music to completely immerse myself in the glide of my favorite pen
Despite them being my favorite things to do,
These days they dont hit the way they used to
Maybe its because im older now..

Back then, words were just on paper
Patterned strokes of ink
Now each one is a memory, a feeling that nests in my heart every time i think
Actions seem more calculated than before
We plaster on poker faces so no one will see our scores
But why is everything more intense with age?
And why does frustration morph so easily into rage?
We care more about remembering faces than we do names,
And movies have lost their magic now that we know how they're made
I wish I could go back to the days when I dreamt of flying and envied the birds
I wish to return to the days when Love was simply just a word
Back when we used to race to the door in hopes of being first
When I believed the booms i heard at night were really just fireworks
Back when I lowkey wanted to break my leg so i could see how it felt to walk in a cast
Back when i truly believed that slavery was so unimaginably in the past
When i believed everything i saw online because i didnt know images could be altered
Back when Love
Was simply still just a word

When my favorite things to do were still my favorite,
And friends were the easiest to make.. ha
My youth,
OUR youth
I wish we could go back to those days
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© Nesi_VP