What are we? [155]

Have you ever been intensely captured by emotion that you could hardly vocalize into words but still felt so strongly that it often took your breath? No? Just me? Well I honestly hope not. Sometimes the multitude of emotions overwhelming my sense seems like a necessary step in acknowledging myself. Nostalgia, namely; oftentimes works as a binding agent to reality for me. Helping me to connect the small and large, mundane and extraordinary to a point of intrinsic realism. But enough of Philosophy, for Dummies. I wanted to spend this week just reflecting. Thinking on pats and present and how it could help me better myself as a individual. Below is a poem that helps to portray my haphazard thought process through nostalgia, self reflection, and overthinking.

You were whiskey bottles and sunflowers. Fresh cookies and almond milk. Cool air and thick blankets. You were all the things I needed when I felt reality slipping away. When my fingers tightened around you and my hair bury into your palms as I watch the sun set I realized that home was a place where you were. Everyday I inhaled your scent and kissed your palms and stroked your hair, staring at you lovingly. Your unruly curls and dark eyes filled with hope and wonder. ‘You are the thing that makes my heart beat and the air that is taken from me everyday’. As the sun rose every morning,  I whispered this to you. Your eyes lit up and every night your arms swaddled me. My home would always be with you, a place within myself.