What is more nostalgic than saying goodbye to my own bedroom?
To my very own mom and dad and brother?
Nostalgia...that's what I feel these days...
in my own home...looking in the eyes of the people I love...
I feel the nostalgia
A kind of amnesia
And then a cry due to an impact on the resting place of the soul
Am I awake?
...what is nostalgia made up of? time and space?
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