nostalgia is a mysterious thing;
it intoxicates you with it's smells and sights until you dip your feet  into the sea of childhood and then it pulls you deep into it's water because it knows you won't fight the current.
everyone else seems like they break the surface,
but i'm still here, under the surface refusing to gasp for air

Facts and opinions
      I both loathe and love
Science and fiction
      I both desire and lust
Mortality and immortality
      I both fear and crave
Letting go and moving on
      I both do and cannot do

Allow me to cry for you
   As I hear your story
   And absorb each pain
Hurry! Please
   These rising oceans
   I can no longer contain.

Watch as my tears flow
   Like raging rivers
   Beneath Thundering rains
For You have
  Freed and released me
   From my emotional chains.

© Tina Thompson
4/28/2013

The end of my misery is near,
But my future is almost here.

A cried an endless river of wasted tears,
Only to discover my true love on the other side.