We find ourselves lost in the everlasting ocean we dubbed "life." But is it possible to swim our way out without being drowned or taken by the monsters of the sea? Maybe instead of trying to escape, we build our kingdoms up from the algae until its peak reaches the skies. And there we stand, amongst them all, not drowning, not taken away, not escaping. But growing amongst them.
i like to remember days that make nostalgia swim through the air in the scent of breakfast-
waffles and turkey bacon, but then i remember i don't like waffles.
every square reminds me that every day is a new memory.
nostalgia (n): a sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations.
but i don't actually feel the feeling of nostalgia. i like to think of it like this-