This Is How To Romanticize The Past
Look at brown eyes and say they look like two shots of whiskey. Sink into unsafe waters and pretend you’re not drowning.
By Molly Burford
Look at brown eyes and say they look like two shots of whiskey. Sink into unsafe waters and pretend you’re not drowning. Claim that you like the cold temperature, how it wakes you up and that the rush of the waves are not pushing you around but are caressing you softly. Gentle and loving.
Remember it all and believe that this means something. After all, you don’t forget the important things, do you? Reminisce and contemplate and look back and back and back and call this nostalgia when it’s nothing but a lonely haunting.
Think about the times you used to tread water and say how this made you stronger. Ignore the dull ache of your sleepy bones, the same ones that chased cites and people and other fleeting things that were never meant to be home. At least not for you. And most importantly, believe that this means you’re in love. Believe that this makes all of the hurt beautiful. Believe that you’re lucky to have known them at all.
Spend too long on the outside but say you like the frostbite because it’s better than feeling nothing at all. Stay, stay, stay, even though…
