Why the Indifference you ask?
There are places that know a version of you, that you yourself don't know of, anymore.
Have you ever, not missed a lovely place so fiercely?
Like your first heartbreak, which knows a version of you, that you yourself, don't know of, anymore.
Have you ever not missed a lovely phase so fiercely?
Then there are days like today, where you tread those roads, and breathe that air and not miss that version of yourself, that you remember perfectly.
Except, that you don't want to.
