maybe i'm stuck at the threshold

i stumbled upon your plank...

actually, i didn't stumbled upon it. i searched for it.

and i regret doing it.

i saw you and the little things you do.
i saw you and some friends around you.
i saw you, putting in my head that you're not anymore the old you.


cold hands.
cold feet.
butterflies.
watery eyes.
i felt like throwing-up.
glad i didn't.


memories were replayed.
words echoed.
feelings came back.


i can't believe myself.
am i living in the past?

~it's really one of the hardest things i can do.