32: rire

thanks for the laughs and the classic
frame them upon
walls and walls of ambition.
those nostalgic days
and permanent deja vus
are all I can count on, all I can witness.
when the future's just a concept to forget about now,
the past is carried away by the currents.
waste time looking at pictures
long and gone
and hoping what was once the golden age
will return to embellish us all.