Recently, the only thing on his mind was his former friend. The one he never said yes to, never took the chance with. He knew he had not been mature enough, and had instead not only denied their feelings, but his owns too. Pushing them deep down for two years before they had started haunting him in his dreams. It began with their face appearing in them, just like any other background character's. That was until he commenced interacting with them, his dreams playing out like the bygone days.
They had even started to creep into his waking mind.
It was not long after till the things he had buried inside himself were spewing out like a geyser; regret, guilt, pain, although he was already aware that it was too long ago for him to try and make anything right again.
He is left instead with nothing more than dreams of what could have been, and a wish that the hollow feeling would go away.
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PoetryEverything is in shambles, but that's just how it is with nonsense writings. It contains (very) short stories, poetry, and just words in general that are strung together and might or might not hold some meaning. Basically anything my sleep deprived...
