every single night, around this time, nostalgia washes over me like a wave. i look back at all the images i’ve taken over the years and all the emotions i felt rush back. happiness and sadness. the good and the bad. these images reminds me of how happy i used to be. how excited i was for the future and what it holds. but it also tears me apart on the inside. the gut wrenching feeling that those moments that once happened, those moments i was living in, are now just memories and moments of the past. and maybe its sad that those moments are now memories. and maybe it’s not sad. fact of the matter is, we create memories every single day. but the memories that come to mind, are now only filled with pain and sorrow. i’m consistently remind that good things always come to an end. and i know that’s not a healthy way to look at the things, but this past year has been nothing but heartbreak and sadness. it’s hard to believe that things will get better down the road. there’s not a lot that i miss anymore. i don’t miss people, places, and things. cause things change, friends leave, and life doesn’t stop for anybody. but the one thing i do miss, is the feeling of being alive. ask yourself, when was the last time you felt alive? cause for me, i genuinely don’t remember. and that scares me. it scares me more than anything. it scares me more than death itself. your life can be taken at any given moment. and the thought that my life can end at any moment and i wouldn’t remember what it feels like to be alive is terrifying. nostalgia is one hell of a thing. who knew it could bring so much happiness and pain...