Treading Down Nostalgic Paths

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The nostalgia of places I’ve been overtakes me
Jolting memories of worlds I’ve left
I’ll never be able to let them go
Among the sands and mountains
I’ve forgotten pieces of myself there

Will I ever be able to trace them back?
Was I meant to be longing like this?

I hope one day before I go
I’ll have a long flashback of the
Enticing lands I’ve ventured to
And the smiles I’ve exchanged
The fleeting faces of strangers
With different tongues that I’ll never come across again
And the distinct feeling of finally being whole

Home

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my feet sunk into the moist white sand
the moon illuminated
engulfing the sky with its fluorescence
that night it talked to me so quietly
through the breeze, it sung
taking on a different form
the reflection on the horizon calmed me
the smell of the sea consumed me
in that moment, i felt safe

through rage and despair
i could always go to them
knowing both would put my mind
in a trance of ecstasy
this was my rapture
this is home

-MK