nights like tonight, restlessness is at it's best.

i'm nostalgic and longing, for something i've had before and haven't found again yet - what's it called?

something. something. new, but it's old, maybe it comes and goes, maybe i only feel it through hindsight.

and stop it, we weren't meant to move backwards, suck it up - but just for a moment, could i please wish time to go the way i want it? i'd pick out stars in pennsylvania - not for the company, just for the feelings, the infinite in those moments. and laughter resounding against train's walls, loud and free, spirit filled. nights in the eighty-seven living room, the quiet connection of togetherness. sometimes i hate this big heart.

uncertainty.