we reminisced
telling the same stories
we have for years
looking at outdated
pictures as if our lives
at those moments were
more special than they actually

romanticizing the past only
leads to ongoing bad decisions
repeating, repeating, repeating,
until we finally go insane
and check ourselves into
the mental ward, staring at the
fake flowers, watching the
others talking to themselves
as i continue to think back to
those days; repeating, repeating,
and repeating those memories.
i’ll never move forward and i
have no desire to; insane seems normal.

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Currently living in Vietnam, teaching English, fixing the world's problems.

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