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

The Narrative My Body Tells

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My body is memory foam
The impression ever-lasting
It holds the secrets of harmonious days
and the scars of a troubled past
But none of that matters when you
Sink into the silk of my skin
And trace your fingers atop the rivers of my veins
They will speak stories to you
You will come to know the riots
That boil within me and the ones I’ve overcome
The resilient cells of my body
And I hope to God the truths are still
As lovely to you as they are to me

– MK