The feeling of nostalgia is so foreign,
yet so wistfully timeworn.
like a photo of your ancestors
you've never met,
Or books written
in a once spoken language,
you cease to understand.
Such as a worn out toy,
that at one time brought joy
to a young child's heart.
Or the scent of a cherished candle,
kindling the remnants
of a distant, elysian land.
It's like a place you've never been
and will probably never be,
but the silent warmth it provides
is enough to put your weary eyes to sleep.
Oct 3, 2024
Oct 3, 2024 at 9:57 AM UTC
The feeling of nostalgia is so foreign,
yet so wistfully timeworn.
like a photo of your ancestors
you've never met,
Or books written
in a once spoken language,
you cease to understand.
Such as a worn out toy,
that at one time brought joy
to a young child's heart.
Or the scent of a cherished candle,
kindling the remnants
of a distant, elysian land.
It's like a place you've never been
and will probably never be,
but the silent warmth it provides
is enough to put your weary eyes to sleep.
