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

*****

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.”