Nostalgic upon our chats of dreams, visions and destiny.

My childhood nothing but existed for a mere few months..those months
dwelling at an "age" of 19.
I could almost reprimand key figures in my life for this...but already have.
Why, why is it this mind stays so insistent of the past;
the future and such thought, are surely more adventurous and fun, why so insistent on past..

//start.

A sun so bright chills the bone.