Nostalgia
Walking through your old city, you feel a chilly breeze. Where there used to be light now sat cold emptiness. Perhaps it was this that gave you the chills, or maybe the flood of past memories. It was just as it used to be, save the stark contrast in color and life. You can remember, clear as day, sitting on the sidewalk to wait for a bus or running to scare away the pigeons. Now there was nothing. It all hits you like a wave, and you're waiting to drown. But you don't. You hang on to the memories, to the happiest moments, and you don't drown. It's all that's left. Why did you come here? Where's your common sense? It feels like a dream. Maybe you aren't really awake. But then, you aren't asleep, either. You sit on the road, hard, head in hands. This was a horrible idea. It's all gone, you tell yourself. All of it. You were home. But it wasn't home anymore. With a heavy heart, you stand up to go deeper into the run-down city, looking around. You remember all the good times, then the bad. The good always balanced out the bad. But now the good was gone. All you were left with was an aching hole in your chest that made you want to cry. This wasn't what you were looking for. You abruptly turn to leave, a single cursed tear escaping from your eye. You would've held on to those good memories harder if you'd known you were going to leave. It's too late now. You decided you hated nostalgia and left your old city, never looking back. Never. https://youtu.be/QxVGEM4VEK0 This song is kinda sad, and nostalgic, so I imagine it playing in the background of this little writing piece I made. I really have nothing to be nostalgic about since my life is still so short, but... that doesn't stop me from feeling sad. Huh.
- Published December 08, 2019, 17:16
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