seen from Switzerland
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from Sri Lanka
seen from United Arab Emirates
seen from Switzerland
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from China
seen from Algeria
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Switzerland
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from Martinique
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
Although slowly drifting, I will always float nearby.
The safety of past comfort still lingers inside.
A childhood experience, an adulthood nostalgia.
Nostalgia plays in the background as days pass by.
It stays there, always, like an object that never leaves your bag.
The weight of it feather light, barely noticeable.
The weight of it heavy, dense and still.
All too aware that the moment you are living right now will become hazy memories one day.
“We’re trapped in the present, and I think we need to be okay with that.”
Tomorrow the sun will rise, and you will be okay.
As the tree lights twinkle in the dark while you sit and ponder in front of the tree, you feel at peace. The shimmers of nostalgia a soft blanket in the cold.
