I lost the road at twenty-one, the dirt filling my lungs. I had once painted the world as a single sky of gold and glitter. Now that castle in the clouds has vanished into abandoned alleys of a once viable city. I wish I had held onto that stage of innocence, before my world began to formulate into a rigid blueprint. That feeling of frustrating love haunts my loneliest hour. I miss her and the way her blue eyes wrinkled into a smile. But I guess we were no longer fifteen and in high school, so lies my gravestone upon the ashes of a burnt love song.