we are sad.
we are happy.
we can be mad.
we can be insane.
but we are human.

She sat there grimacing,
with paintings on her arms.
a plaster sitting on her face
words unsaid.
And a story written on the walls
filled with pain and disgrace.

The night changes and confides.
the world ignores,
turning away every eye.
Loneliness screams and
echoes within .
This feels like a punishment
for an undone sin.

Nostalgia; it’s called.
Nostalgia; written on ancient story walls.
Nostalgia; a happy sadness.
Nostalgia; a human madness.
Nostalgia; an affection for the past.
Nostalgia; divine or bitter while it lasts.