It’s been a while
you’ve been appearing, swirling, rearranging
but never made into a tangible
Kept you inside, pushed you away
Didn’t need you, want you? still I come back
Nostalgia, the essence of you
Light you up, inhale, release.
It’s a choice, the thought is a choice.
Do you choose to think it is pretty
I choose to think it is prettier than before
Perhaps I’ve been fixated too long
Flooding of thoughts, sudden.
Must find distractions.