Nostalgia Rising
Moments become memories with every breath and every heartbeat. I am a rolling river full of stories of the way we are and were; some dark and some light. I bleed life— and the world keeps burning.
They say don’t look back, so I keep it moving and roll on. But when juggling life gets too complicated I look back to simpler moments to ease my mind. I let nostalgia cling to my skin in an…
