Old Town

I'm not sure what I'm chasing everyday. Maybe it's the past, or maybe it's just a feeling of nostalgia. Either way, I can't seem to shake this sense of emptiness. The future is so uncertain, and the present feels like a never-ending cycle of monotony. I know I should be grateful for what I have, but sometimes it feels like too much effort. I spend my days chasing ghosts of happy memories, hoping to catch up to them and hold on tight. But they're always just out of reach, taunting me with their "perfection". A perfection that was made up by a rosy retrospection.