My soul darts to the time,
An hour when white felt plain and unadorned,
When only a few people seemed fake,
Bringing back the greys and my stomach churned...

The time when I realised the pain of regret,
And that chaos is a phoenix,
When tragedies and sad endings felt appealing,
Did it ever deserve a fix?

When fluorescent wasn't just meant for green,
When months felt like decades and I didn't know,
Pineapple pizza and mint chocolate taste luscious,
When all of this, I noticed, felt like flakes of snow...

Though brown, I never thought, would turn into a vintage,
And mazes were just an infinite scoop of tangles,
While 3 am at dawn felt like home,
With souvenirs, hot chocolate and novels...