Highest Achievement - #7 in poetry [Oct 3, 2016]
~Nostalgia~
It's delicate, but potent.
The pain from an old wound.
A twinge in your heart..
Far more powerful than memory alone
A feeling of a place
Where we...
Ache
To
Go
Again.
-My thoughts. My word...
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can you trap my laughter in a crystal jar of dreams and sprinkle a little of it when I'm ripped at seams?
'cause the fabric of my soul is loosely threaded these days and this windswept material worries me when it sways
staggerin' as a lost wayfarer wandering by countryside but pulled back by the call of a metropolis worldwide
so can you collapse into me and collect my little smiles to give me in bits 'n' pieces this glee through my trials?
for what do i do with a soul split apart in opposite ways? oh what happens to a house that tries to bloom in decays?
Author's Note
Welcome to the world of Generation Z where every individual is cut in the middle by the dilemma of choosing between a pull of Nature and an addiction of Urban lifestyle. Living in these suburbs, we have this longing of a home filled with dried flowers set in china vases by open windows, don't we? And how strange is this that we've never been to such a house in our lives? Why this yearning then? Can we survive after building skyscrapers on the grave of our heritage? Can we flourish when the foundation is decaying? Can we outlive this death of Nature?
And even if we don't, how do we leave the glamour of NYC? The love of Paris? The grandiose London? How?
So welcome to the Generation Z, a house trying to bloom in decays. :)
