That nostalgic feelings

THAT NOSTALGIC FEELINGS VISITED AGAIN.

That nostalgic feeling visited again,

not entirely sad,

not entirely happy.

Just somewhere in between,

where emotions become difficult to name.

The urge to stay quiet,

to sink into overthinking,

to simply…

stare.

Stare at the moving clouds,

watching them drift

like thoughts with no destination.

Noticing the little things

that once felt invisible,

the details we used to walk past

without a second glance.

Like the way the evening sky

slowly changes its colour,

or how the wind moves through the trees

without asking permission.

The kind of things

you only notice

when your mind finally becomes quiet.

Reasoning what most people

never stop to reason,

like how it’s lightning that strikes,

yet we’re so quick

to blame the thunder.

Maybe that is how life works too.

We notice the noise,

the aftermath,

the things loud enough

to demand our attention,

while forgetting to ask

what caused them in the first place.

And most of all,

playing the role of

your future self in your mind,

rehearsing a life

that finally breathes.

Imagining mornings

that don't feel heavy,

days that don't need surviving,

and a version of yourself

that no longer wonders

when things will get better.

Predicting a happy ending

for a story

that began in sadness,

because perhaps hope

is simply believing

the ending can be different.

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