nostalgia

nostalgic isn't it how the leaves on the trees turn to gold and how the wind starts to get a slight chill in it oh how it shakes you to your bones as your remember this feeling all to well the leaves fade to red the air a little to cold for the feeling in your heart matches it's temperature yes you do remember don't you all the times before where the past comes back to bite it's always in the cold in the dark where the crisp air bights at your face and hands as you try to identify yourself this feeling of dread and remorse for the person you were before is not the person you are now for things have changed and just like the seasons there are times it gets cold and dark the leaves fall off the trees as you decend into the dark deep depths of your mind filled with heart shattering movies of the past that tug at your heart string till finally you break dead cold winter .... silence