A bad day from start to finish Nostalgia burns the tongue and leaves a bitter taste. No more sweet days! The sun fell and melted like ice cream, covering my shoes and pulling me in like a swamp. I cannot breathe— eternal sleep please eternal sleep please. Now Yesterday and Forever. Aryan Ganjavi   if you know what I mean… I must let it out, I have had no outlet for days, it has been stirring in me like a stew, a sickly yellow one full of thoughts and feelings, those that I cannot or should not verbalise … I…