Nostalgia
I have had an amazingly strong sense of nostalgia lately. It's to the point of re-reading old journals and flipping through photo albums. It's going places that I once went, to attain the feeling I once did when I was there. It's synesthesia (smelling something that brings back a thought). I just don't get it. Maybe because it is fall and this is totally my season? Maybe, not, but I don't know! All I do know is that it doesn't hurt as much as it did before.
Different songs are constantly looping through my mind, making it wander into who knows what. It's just the strangest feeling. It's not like the usual remembrance of stuff, it's totally different. Maybe I am transitioning from living in the past into fondly remembering the past. Maybe that is where the big difference is. Though some thoughts and memories do sadden me because I wish they could happen again, it doesn't feel as devastating knowing that they can't or won't be duplicated. It feels like I have stepped through some invisible field that had once had uber control over me and wouldn't let me accept that the past is the past. But I feel like now I do. It really is a cool feeling, and at least now, I feel a little more content, and less complacent. Another song has me going, maybe it's the words, maybe it's sound, but whatever it is, the meaning is deep within my soul...
There's a feeling I get, when I look to the west, and my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thoughts I have seen, rings of smoke through the trees, and the voices of those who standing looking. Ooh, it makes me wonder. Ooh, it really makes me wonder. And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune, then the piper will lead us to reason. And a new day will dawn, for those who stand long, and the forests will echo with laughter....And as we wind on down the road, our shadows taller than our soul, there walks a lady we all know. Who shines white light and wants to show, how everything still turns to gold, and if you listen very hard the tune will come to you at last. When all are one and one is all, to be a rock and not to roll, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.
Different songs are constantly looping through my mind, making it wander into who knows what. It's just the strangest feeling. It's not like the usual remembrance of stuff, it's totally different. Maybe I am transitioning from living in the past into fondly remembering the past. Maybe that is where the big difference is. Though some thoughts and memories do sadden me because I wish they could happen again, it doesn't feel as devastating knowing that they can't or won't be duplicated. It feels like I have stepped through some invisible field that had once had uber control over me and wouldn't let me accept that the past is the past. But I feel like now I do. It really is a cool feeling, and at least now, I feel a little more content, and less complacent. Another song has me going, maybe it's the words, maybe it's sound, but whatever it is, the meaning is deep within my soul...
There's a feeling I get, when I look to the west, and my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thoughts I have seen, rings of smoke through the trees, and the voices of those who standing looking. Ooh, it makes me wonder. Ooh, it really makes me wonder. And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune, then the piper will lead us to reason. And a new day will dawn, for those who stand long, and the forests will echo with laughter....And as we wind on down the road, our shadows taller than our soul, there walks a lady we all know. Who shines white light and wants to show, how everything still turns to gold, and if you listen very hard the tune will come to you at last. When all are one and one is all, to be a rock and not to roll, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.
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