Nostalgia seems to creep into my mind more often now.
In retrospect, if I think of Nostalgia as a concept. I think of person with a love of strictly; nostalgia. Maybe nostalgia exists everywhere in the world. Where friends just conjure up memories of being young, wild, and free.
Maybe it exists everywhere like when we visit our high school teachers.
Maybe it’s everywhere like reconnecting with some middle school mates.
Or maybe I’m just someone who has a knack for attracting the nostalgic memories.
Like my brain is a magnet attracting this fantastic memory.
Like my brain becomes an engine on nos and I drift through the good ol times.
Maybe this is a concept of life that I chose to connect to forever.
—a.c. April 1st, 2019 12:03 AM
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