It’s a state of ecstasy.
To look back on what used to be. Reminiscing on who was there and realizing that this is what’s
Meant to be.
How is it that the moment usually defines us, while time confines us.
To just right now.
All alone knowing that you can’t slow down.
Pick up the pieces of what that just won’t go down.
The now is unconscious. Unconvincingly ironic that one day.
I’ll look back and only grow from this.
But at this moment in time I just want a cheat sheet.
Better yet a repeat,
Where is the receipt.
Just to take it all back.
Get a refund, change something’s I’ve done or said.
Discredit that, to paint the perfect picture or write the perfect script.
It’s a state of ecstasy. To look back on what used to be.