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Nostalgia

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Only when I was a child were there times that my imagination was
C a p t u r e d
And now my mind flits drunkenly from one subject to another
Looking for a high to drown out the things I feel –
Not that what I feel is necessarily something worth drowning,
But in my boredom it is not worth retaining,
And I remain unimpressed.

It seems I am still chained to my past desires.
I stride forward determinedly into my future, and yet, and yet,
And yet
I hear them calling my name –
No, they are but echoes,
I know, I know,
But I turn my back anyway and wander back into the mist.
Their mummies are not rotted, but they are not fresh. The high does not last.
And I have grown tolerant.

edit better title (actually original title, I'm just forgetful :meow: )

When you rewatch your favorite childhood movies (Sharkboy and Lavagirl hurrrr) and it doesn't measure up to your memories
of course, there's still time to create new memories, so I won't lose too much sleep over it, lol.

Poem © Eden Spigener =PoeticEden

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wordturner's avatar
and we are left to dance with ourselves... think of the butterfly, does the caterpillar remember its' transcendence? How do we molt from desire to desired? I think myself, I like to stroll closer to the edge in those moments to get a clearer look and maybe fuel to go a little further down that road...