Aug 2020
You often visit me at night,
But I've seen you in daytime too,
With the morning petrichor,
With the beat of my heart,
Or at times with certain names,
Names that set my mind aflame,
You come with the smell of music,
Or the taste of certain memories,
And I've always welcomed you with open arms,
But it weighs my soul down...
You are a blessing and a curse,
Without you I'd never appreciate the life I've lived,
However when I am with you,
I am left with tearful eyes and a heavy heart...
Dear nostalgia
Please come at regulated times,
My heart can't break a thousand times a day.
But I've seen you in daytime too,
With the morning petrichor,
With the beat of my heart,
Or at times with certain names,
Names that set my mind aflame,
You come with the smell of music,
Or the taste of certain memories,
And I've always welcomed you with open arms,
But it weighs my soul down...
You are a blessing and a curse,
Without you I'd never appreciate the life I've lived,
However when I am with you,
I am left with tearful eyes and a heavy heart...
Dear nostalgia
Please come at regulated times,
My heart can't break a thousand times a day.
Do not weep that those days are now far gone, smile about the fact that they once belonged to you and you can create your tomorrow in their image.
Seriously, who weeps about their own happiness? Be proud of what you were and what you can become - and do become your highest self, even if it takes you a lifetime.
I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes
Seriously, who weeps about their own happiness? Be proud of what you were and what you can become - and do become your highest self, even if it takes you a lifetime.
I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes
