The Town of Old Broken Things.

I've been trying to make it a habit
of not let people know what I'm thinking much anymore,
because I've realized the more blunt I become
the less people like me.
Or some
correlation
like that.

But I'd like to say that I feel so out of the loop.
 or really of ... anywhere.
Somehow,
somewhere this summer,
no one really gave a s**t that I was in town.

Mostly I've just been sticking
to the two people  
who do make me feel happy and special,
and have tried avoiding
or at least not upsetting
the rest.

 We have pretty much died.
I miss the old us,
the group that was a family and stuck together,
but I feel like no one's really together anymore.

I don't really know what I'm saying,
other than it makes me sad.
And that this 'home'
 feels so much less like a home
and more just like a shell
of old broken things
that no longer really exist in my life. 

And those are all the words I feel like saying. 

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

I remember walks down memory lane like this. Makes one always wonder, what if this and what if that, and remember when this and that and then that happened! Yes, your ink captures the essence that we all feel when looking back into the golden ages of our times in places that we grew up and enjoyed. It's an experience that both saddens us, but lets us smile and the good that will always be in our hearts and memory.

Fantastic Work of Ink!
Wolfie