What happened to our nostalgic hearts?
hearts of past selves, choices, and memories.
Its my sense of romance, of what's bittersweet.
It can cripple me though. I'll hear a song or catch a smell, or obscure sound. There is always one thing I
can't get a full picture of; only this feeling of something I'd discarded.
Created: Jun 23, 2017Joshpompa138 Document Media