again

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i don't know how many times have i been randomly opening my old archives

it's something i occasionally do, every now and then
the pleasure of sinking in the past times addicts me.
i get drunk, i'm drown deep inside.
exploring things to the smallest ones.
reconstructing every scenes,
laugh to the blithesome ones, cry to the poignant ones,
recalling every feelings,
grimacing to the bitter, getting aroused by the sweet,
it's deep, it fills my whole lungs
i was, like, almost not wanting to get out
oh dear, old times
oh dear, my archives.