Yeah. I am thinkin' of you. Not like a shape, but like a shadow. Like a faded glow that my eyes still hold in the retina. I can see just the shadow, the distant light, the reflection of what some day was so irrefutably vivid. You're just an echo. Something that seems so far away from me that it's beyond my reach, but still close enough to make me feel this way: nostalgic.