#1 Describe Nostalgia.

Time is stopping as each thought

is threaded from its undertone

and I wonder why it has brought me here, 

standing alone in a pool of surreal rain

and lessons I continue to seek. 

The world becomes an endless sky

of purple haze and distant laughter that I

once heard. It is out of sight, out of mind

until you find it in a place

impossible enough to reach. 

Did you know what this was?

When I was a different kind of content?

When I was so naive to understand who I was and

what I was to become?

Because even poems cannot paint the songs

that I continue to play on repeat...