Nostalgia

Always a deep, melodic flowing voice to accompany those delicately warm days, I play those same messages over and over again in moments of nostalgia. Nostalgia, my drug, my guilty pleasure: subjecting myself intentionally to those painful reminders of those days in which I was well aware of good times with each breath drawn, aware of their delicate beauty, aware of the fragility and the ephemeral moments, an impeding sense of doom in the back of mind that these days would not last forever. My nostalgia for the present – those who can recognize the privilege of being alive will crawl from under the ground to bask in the sun when it does happen to shine.