her name was nostalgia

エピローグ

a memorabilia.
to all our childhood stories of;
our nails filled with dirt, stomping in the rain,
to the last time you and you friends went out to play for no one knew it,
if a tree falls in the middle of the forest and no one hears it, will it be remembered for was?
the next thing you knew, you opened your eyes: you were a teenager,
the years passed by quickly, you're now becoming an adult.
this is for you.

with trails of my nitty gritty stagnant oeuvre,
complimented with a touch
of van gogh's letters to theodore.

-  a story of parallel world(s)
joined together :

her name was nostalgia.