Melancholy and Nostalgia

Who am I without melancholy and nostalgia? I hold these memories dear, like a vice. A lifeline. Nothing to remind me, but the bittersweet photos kept hidden deep within a slew of old papers and junk drawers. 

It's a strange thing to obsess over a time that you will inevitably never find again. Thinking of the older years, if I had the chance to relive those days, I'd take it and run away for good. Memories come in waves. Tonight, I am drowning. 

The road back to my childhood house is close, yet so far. I never moved out of that damned town.

The memories were never what haunted me; but the way they still taste so fresh. Vibrant and very real. It's delicate, yet so potent. I wish to escape the gnawing sentiment and finally thrive in the present.