Is Nostalgia Path To Prison?

Dedication to the Past Mind Seasons.

Today I still wonder

Is the nostalgia

Reflection of past

With bittersweet feelings

Regarding the present

That overcame the wrath

Of shattered illusions

In a faraway heart?

While I keep on thinking

I feel happy that were

People that I cherished

To my future memoir

I’ll paint with my fingers

Or words that regard

My happy memories

With every man I loved

It’s a bit of happiness

The experiences I got

Holding my hairsprings

I left it on their beds

Before I got stunned

And went far abroad

When Remembrances flow

Free from the beatings

Of healed scars that were hideous

While holding the feathers

Of nostalgia’s birds

That met between distances

And crossed their roads

It’s somehow the sweetness

That came into my soul

Creating the prison

On my drawing call

Once put on the paper

There is no turning back point

Because the lies went unfold

But I feel grateful

I met my soulmates at some point

And continued living

Alone on my road

Then kept on connecting

Because I have no random Amor

Looking for someone

To name man my own

But I still haven’t found him

Maybe only God knows

Until then I keep moving

With Nostalgia as a companion

Building the Mind’s Prison

Almost no one broke

Because when somebody enters

I may lose my route

If there aren’t both of us

That walk side by side long

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Nostalgia is a curious feeling. It creates prison and freedom equally. People feel free. After all, they express themselves in drawing, writing, or another way. At the same time, nostalgic prisoners have given their heart’s keys to other people who lost or broke them. That creates the mind’s prison – a trap in past situations. It takes a lot of time to move on from them. At least, for me.

Even so, memories are the pieces that create an aura and make the soul unique.

It’s a fact that life is worth it if there are more smiles, happy moments, and precious feelings that may not last but happen. That is the reason I am grateful for everything I experienced until now, both in love, family, friendships, and career.

My love for Shakespeare is also not random. I live by his quote: “Do you know why I am happy? I do not expect anything from anyone.”

Nature Hug – A Poem

is about natural touches that heal even the most wounded souls.

Yesterday, I was in nature

To feel the song of birds

That told me a story

Of a neverending love

Between the wind and the flower

Forever they stood enamored

I asked about the secret

To stay with a person eternally

And Flores said:

“It’s about the decision

To warm our blue eggs

Which will give us a legacy

To build a new bridge

Between the Past and the Future

With a lot of compromises

And sincere forgiveness

That makes everyone arise

Even in the longest romances

While we made our nest

We didn’t feel easy

But we both wanted to Last

Forever, it’s possible.”

I listened in amazement

While walking between apples

That still were leaves

Unfully in blossom

And then I felt a hug

Of the nature that touched

My wounded heart

It became a lot lighter

I continued my walk

And the wind complimented me

For my new-founded gold

Desire to be transparent

Then the rose flower leaf

Did begin to dance with me

While the sun enlightened the road

Creating emotional warmth

That made me feel everlasting

In Nature’s memoir

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I love walking in nature. It makes me realize that life is wonderful, abundant, and eternal. Many cycles come and go. The same is valid for the people, but whatever happens, life continues. I prefer calling it “The Show must go on” as it states my Queen’s favorite song. Birds and animals teach humanity the greatest lessons of kindness, love, loyalty, and gratefulness for what is already possessed. These topics are forgotten in today’s materialistic love world.

Even so, there still are people who appreciate nature’s hugs.

They’re also warming as those, given by humans, but for the soul. The universe’s positive energy should be felt and shared with everyone despite their kind.

In the last few months, I had a big transformation of my thinking and action ways for the better. That happened thanks to my nature walks, because the serenity lies in the relaxing atmosphere. Only there I could think calmly about everything.

Right said, I don’t like staying in the big cities. They’re expensive, cold, fast, ungrateful, and assassinating. Their life’s speed is without giving a dime if someone is alive or not. I saw a few dying people at bus stations, government institutions, or in taxis. Nobody cared if they were dead or alive. The living people look like zombies and are heartless when it comes to living in a big and materialistic town. If I can find a way to pay my bills remotely, I move to a village, for sure.