It’s a strange phenomenon
When you’re unsure
If you’re capable of feeling
The way you once felt.
Happiness
When you’re unsure if
What you feel is real-
Or why you don’t feel anything
at all.
I often wonder why
feelings amplified
by memory
Once displayed themselves
As dull, unnoticeable
At present.
Yet so Full, rich,
and vibrant looking back.
Will they ever find their way
to the now?
How nice it would be
to feel the rush
of the moment
while it happens.
It’s hard to decipher
the difference between
Reality and memory
That lies
Between the spaces
Of nostalgia's pleasant ache
And the never-ending longing
For the now.
Felt by the wanderers.
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