WHEN YOU LISTEN TO A SONG and it stirs up a memory - a fleeting image at first, and then slowly, like gathering dust, takes on a perceivable form, almost solid really. And then it builds up from within your consciousness then down to your chest, swelling up compressing your heart pushing the walls of your lungs.
And then you exhale, left in wonder, of the feeling you just felt, beautiful and abstract, that now has become just a part of everything else sucked in time. Yes. That is how I would describe nostalgia.
I do miss your writings. I started writing and followed yours many years ago and still hoping that you will write more. The descriptions are just very clever.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jonathan. I try to write once in a while. Inspiration is just hard to come by when time becomes really slutty. :)
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