Nostalgia

I gnaw at the past, as if it’s my daily dose of vitamins, they are not essential, but they seem to have become a very familiar and painful part of my daily routine.

I position myself on my bed, sentimental music traveling throughout my surroundings and in my mind; my eyes close, and then the doors to reality all of a sudden slam shut.

I am trapped in my memory bank, where I encounter a plethora of memories (I wish to not remember); all the beer and long nights..

unfinished chapters, discarded promises, irreversible mistakes, unbearable pains.

unwanted, unintended pains.

I out-stretch my hands in an attempt to grab ahold of them (to store them in a secret vault in which I couldn't enter again), but of course; they evade my grasp, as if they were pretty, light, fluffy, yet vengeful clouds, taunting and gloating

I just want them to simply disappear and for me to be simply free from their hold.

But no, they stay.

Disheartened, I curl up under the only source of warmth there is to be offered (my blanket); solace swamped me as I sink into another dimension all over again.

This dimension is known as

Nostalgia.