En ode a la nostalgie
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Memories of what has passed, and what is soon to come
Faded scenes of hazy screens that illuminate bereft rooms
Eyes of youth glance upon translucent symbols
Faded gods who once transcended worlds like forgotten stars
Thoughts of them linger in the catacombs of the human heart
The great stars have fallen, but they shall never land
Meteors in spirit, what never came to be
Naught but a flash of light across a night sky
One of many, not meant to be remembered
Existence now relative
Nostalgia
An ode to something intangible
Not fully memory, but not yet thought
Existing in a strange in-between
Comfort is taken in the undefined where it sleeps
At a crossroads between longing for the past and wanting for the future
Fantasizing about something already experienced
Who longs for rosebuds in a field abloom?
An ode to primal memories
Innate memories highlight primordial brains
Nostalgia, an ode to human ingenuity
The brain’s little filmmaker
Consistently playing its own highlight reel
A snow globe, each particle of snow a world of its own
Nostalgia emerges like a treasured artifact found decrepit in a room
Nestled by spiderwebs, dust beginning to settle on its faint glow
All it takes is the wipe of a hand
To revel ancient beauty underneath
Of a surface no longer besmirched
Shimmering jewel tones dance on fractured beams
For the first time in what was to them an eternity
Nostalgia
Satellite flickering of the human heart
Beaming out through an empty void
The northern lights through a pitch-black sky
Memories in constant conception
The human spirit in a cycle of constant reminiscing
The past in cruel fate becomes the present
The future has already been remembered
The feelings of fondness of an aspect of one’s past life
Exists in a space without time