Pure Nostalgia

Weekly Diary Entry

Lonesome and pure at last; among what is true.

Somewhere disconnected from the world, far away.

A place in which my true self is within my grasp,

So close I can feel it reentering me.

Far from the overwhelming, the crushing, the dreadful—

That which smothers idealism.

Planes that go beyond, merging into the sky;

A sight to be seen, but sought by only a …