The Nostalgia Seeker

Weekly Diary Entry

Seeking. Searching.

Envying.

How beautiful it must be to have lived it the way you did;

You looked breathtaking talking about it—so vivid and true I couldn’t take my eyes off you.

A moment and a place (but mostly a feeling) untouched and allowed to exist and be very odd.

Not standardized or controlled by everything and everyone, like this wandering detachment.

A distant past, something that could no longer exist today.

Something so intimate you were the only one in the world feeling it: and in that moment, it was entirely yours.

Something I can only long for from a distance, not knowing how to enter it; not knowing if the now would allow for such a thing to exist; not knowing if I’ll ever feel the way you felt.

So beautiful.

So distant.

Never truly mine.

This story is part of a collection of poems, short stories and introspective reflections of my creation, called “Grimoire of a Weirdo”.