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TheOthetAcc · 36-40, M
@SheCallsMeCrushDaddy which decade?
@TheOthetAcc 60s, 70s, 80s mainly, some 90s
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Convivial · 26-30, F
@TheOthetAcc a melancholic mood lol
PhoenixPhail · M
Nostalgia
by Erica Winter
I remember the smell of summer rain
and how thunderstorms used to help me sleep when I was young.
I remember St. Patrick's Day
and how the grass always seemed more green than any other day of the year.
I look at pictures of my family when I was eight
and it's a harsh truth to admit
that I don't remember much about my parents being together.
I remember having a sense of wonder in my childhood
that now I see was so precious and rare.
If we could all have that astonishment at the little things in life as adults
the world would be a much happier place.
Colors are no longer as vibrant.
I've started to look into the darkest corners of my mind
and the world to find new miracles and beautiful tragedies.
Christmas used to mean love, family and comfort.
Sleeping underneath the tree, the smell of pine needles would lull me.
Nowadays, gin is as close as I get from January to November.
With each sip, it's the bitter taste of Christmases past
and the ripe, sweet smell of nostalgia.
People walk into my life through many doors and exit unexpectedly as well.
I'm in a forest, it all looks the same.
I turn at every tree with moss
Desperately searching for something new
and the hardest part is always searching
Never knowing which path leads to demise.
The friends that I keep are the ones I hold close
Are the good ones that stick through the depths of it all.
I remember the smell of my mother's perfume
Yet the sound of her voice becomes more distant with each passing month and year.
Saturday morning cartoons used to be enough.
This wine is my blood and my blood has boiled out.
How to define pain and how to escape the wreckage?
I used to believe that time heals but the opposite has proven itself to be true.
The more details become unclear and fuzzy,
the sharper the knife becomes.
The more it hurts with passing days.
I once heard that mourning is like being inside of a snow globe with flurries with slick, stealthy blades that sometimes float by and sometimes cut deep with no warning.
Time sharpens the daggers and that is a truth that is time(less).
Trust meant the world and gullibility was not a death sentence.
As we age, we find new ways to cope. We get by.
My dreams have been vivid and coated in a melancholy feeling
that I can't break no matter how hard I try.
Woken up by the drunken calls of lush fools in the grass outside of my window,
I close my eyes and try to slip back into sleep.
Meeting failure, the clock taunts by the second
Synced with the laughter of the people outside, surrounded by friends.
Some say the glass is half full, some half empty.
I say the glass is being poured to the brim, on tap.
I take comfort in the solitude I used to curse in the early hours when slumber never came.
by Erica Winter
I remember the smell of summer rain
and how thunderstorms used to help me sleep when I was young.
I remember St. Patrick's Day
and how the grass always seemed more green than any other day of the year.
I look at pictures of my family when I was eight
and it's a harsh truth to admit
that I don't remember much about my parents being together.
I remember having a sense of wonder in my childhood
that now I see was so precious and rare.
If we could all have that astonishment at the little things in life as adults
the world would be a much happier place.
Colors are no longer as vibrant.
I've started to look into the darkest corners of my mind
and the world to find new miracles and beautiful tragedies.
Christmas used to mean love, family and comfort.
Sleeping underneath the tree, the smell of pine needles would lull me.
Nowadays, gin is as close as I get from January to November.
With each sip, it's the bitter taste of Christmases past
and the ripe, sweet smell of nostalgia.
People walk into my life through many doors and exit unexpectedly as well.
I'm in a forest, it all looks the same.
I turn at every tree with moss
Desperately searching for something new
and the hardest part is always searching
Never knowing which path leads to demise.
The friends that I keep are the ones I hold close
Are the good ones that stick through the depths of it all.
I remember the smell of my mother's perfume
Yet the sound of her voice becomes more distant with each passing month and year.
Saturday morning cartoons used to be enough.
This wine is my blood and my blood has boiled out.
How to define pain and how to escape the wreckage?
I used to believe that time heals but the opposite has proven itself to be true.
The more details become unclear and fuzzy,
the sharper the knife becomes.
The more it hurts with passing days.
I once heard that mourning is like being inside of a snow globe with flurries with slick, stealthy blades that sometimes float by and sometimes cut deep with no warning.
Time sharpens the daggers and that is a truth that is time(less).
Trust meant the world and gullibility was not a death sentence.
As we age, we find new ways to cope. We get by.
My dreams have been vivid and coated in a melancholy feeling
that I can't break no matter how hard I try.
Woken up by the drunken calls of lush fools in the grass outside of my window,
I close my eyes and try to slip back into sleep.
Meeting failure, the clock taunts by the second
Synced with the laughter of the people outside, surrounded by friends.
Some say the glass is half full, some half empty.
I say the glass is being poured to the brim, on tap.
I take comfort in the solitude I used to curse in the early hours when slumber never came.
cherokeepatti · 61-69, F
TheOthetAcc · 36-40, M
@cherokeepatti good times yeah? Did you have livestock?
MaryDreamilton · 46-50, F
WillaKissing · 56-60
TheOthetAcc · 36-40, M
@WillaKissing what's your favourite song from that era?
WillaKissing · 56-60
@TheOthetAcc There are quite a few.
PrestonJ · 36-40
@TheOthetAcc I was barefoot more than I had shoes on and this was in Florida, if you wanted to cross the street in the summer you better hope you can do it 3 or 4 strides because you’d cook your feet. I was also part monkey though running up trees and our house, the fence, really anything that I could climb. 🐒
PrestonJ · 36-40
@TheOthetAcc yep that was me. I guess I was bored of how flat it was there. I live in the mountains now
PhoenixPhail · M
TheOthetAcc · 36-40, M
@PhoenixPhail I know exactly what you mean.
HumanEarth · 56-60, M
Colonelmustardseed · 36-40
Fertilization · 36-40, F
TheOthetAcc · 36-40, M
@Fertilization The 90s were awesome
SilkenHippie · 51-55, F
GunFinger · F
80's and decadent milk chocolate
Isthisit · F
The 90's
cherokeepatti · 61-69, F
@Isthisit the prices of things especially, gas was lower, there was so much real estate built with oil boom money (and some drug trafficking money if truth was known) that there was a glut of empty apartments and rentals got cheaper and were affordable. Gas was cheaper, prices of groceries were cheaper, etc.
Patriot96 · 56-60, C
60s, 70s music
bijouxbroussard · F
TheOthetAcc · 36-40, M
@bijouxbroussard YouTube has helped me get some old forgotten favourites
bijouxbroussard · F
@TheOthetAcc Same here. Through YouTube I’ve found the titles of songs I enjoyed as a child.
TheLordOfHell · 41-45
Hanginginthere · 31-35, M
TheOthetAcc · 36-40, M
@Hanginginthere The 90s were pretty awesome indeed
Hanginginthere · 31-35, M
@TheOthetAcc I’d do anything to go back
TheOthetAcc · 36-40, M
@Hanginginthere same mate. Same.
