mental health

Nostalgia making a warm toast seem like a flaming cherry jubilee

Nostalgia is burning right through me

Embers in my eyes

Giving a fiery, hot glow to the past

Making a warm toast seem like a flaming cherry jubilee

Nostalgia has got a hold on me

Tighter than a straight-jacket

Booming loudly through my eardrums

My heartbeat racing stronger, louder, and erratically

Nostalgia is keeping me up at night 

Lulling me into fits of lucid dreams

Keeping the fire logs going

Breathe in and rejoice in warmth

 

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