thoughts and feelings on a nostalgic monday: i see your past and read it like a book that stirs bitterness in every line i follow. it's a past i can never be a part of, a world i can never enter, one which you shared privately with each of them, one that i have never left a trail upon. out of queerness i realized it's unreasonable to get mad, but i just do. out of nonsensical whims i just get green with jealousy and i admit i do not try at all to conceal it. you may not know that i feel the pinch or the constant tug. but i feel hurt to feel your past, and feel far away from you. next to me you lie, but far away you came from. we started on a different note, where i threw my past away for you, but you kept your past away from me. how then, can we ever walk the same steps and end on the same note?