I have a not so secret love affair
A not so secret love affair with nostalgia
I say not so secret because my brain is well aware
Each time my day dreams wander into days of old
My brain is the there to focus in on the truth
I can choose to remember the truth or choose to remember the feelings
They are different and the same
I can remember how I felt, but are those feelings real?
Not always, pretty nostalgia can mask anything.
Nostalgia covers things with rose petals but we forget the rose petals on the bottom have begun to rot.
Nostalgia keeps piling them up
Stacks on stacks of fragrant petals
Then,
Big gusts of wind come and blow them away,
Revealing the corpse of reality below
Nostalgia can only cloud a judgememt so long
Before the brain brings back reality