Words Of The Heart

Nostalgia

I head towards the blackened sky, the air brims with electricity as the lightning laces overhead. The temperature drops as a small breeze takes hold, the delicate scent of mint carried with it.

Nostalgia floats through my mind as I remember what it is to truly watch a storm. To embrace it as it is and not cower at its might. To appreciate the beauty of its destructive power. And that feeling of wanting to race towards it, knowing of all the dangers it might hold.

My mind races with so many thoughts, never ceasing for a moment as I take it all in. But not all of my thoughts are as simple as nostalgia and observation. My thoughts are forever on the future, always on the wondering of the person I have or have not met.

I always wonder if we've already met and I just didn't realize just how special you are, or when I do meet you, if ill be able to tell you exactly how I feel. But then there's always that mental block, that courage that I am always so unable to find, to tell you exactly what is on mind