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These jumbled memories, I hope I won't lose them as I grow older. Nostalgia crushes me like a giant tidal wave of lemon soda. Bittersweet memories, painful in a pleasant sort of way. I miss my dog, I miss my friends, I miss anything that I no longer possess. And now my future is punching me in the nose, but I'm not bleeding yet... I hope it stops before it, I hope it stops before it breaks... Running it all together like coleslaw on a summer day, but I can still see the pieces of shredded cabbage & mayonnaise. And I hope that right now I'm the same person that I'll ever be and I hope that the little kid inside me never decides to pack up and leave. From Letras Mania