I feel like nothing can truly describe nostalgia.
a nostalgic feeling.
a feeling of...
remembrance.
safety.
yet also,
edge.
it comes without warning at the oddest of times,
from the oddest of things.
a smell can remind you of last year's summer with your friends,
or a stormy ride with your mother from years gone past you otherwise cannot think of.
or the sky,
and how it shows you memories of running outside in the calm before a storm.
memories make you feel as though something is so...
wonderful.
almost,
too good to be true.
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Poetry*･ﾟﾟ･*a collection of poems, thoughts, and the like that pour out of my head, as someone suggested i actually post my work. the overall aesthetic is soft and pure, but there are underlying dark tones as this is all really just me getting my thoughts...
