What makes you feel nostalgic?

It’s a new year tomorrow.

It used to be such a big deal to me, celebrating the new year, but now it doesn’t matter at all, it’s just another day, and a way of marking time.

I’d like tomorrow, my first day of the new year, not to be one of reflection and waxing nostalgic over anything.

I am laser focused on my future and what I am going to do to make it better, and make it on my own.

Life really throws the shit at you sometimes, huh? I didn’t expect that during … Read the rest

Another day is fading away and soon you won’t be here anymore. Your presence here has an expiration date, even though I don’t know what it is, or how I’ll get through it. You’re going to go, so I need to grow. I need to remember that I have wings too, and leaving the nest isn’t necessarily not an option. What a wonder it would be if I could get by without you, without my pills, without my therapist. What a wonder it will be if I do. 

Today’s poetry prompt words were: expiration date, leaving the nest, and pills. … Read the rest