Nastalgia Stories

A poem about love.

Fast pace construction, does not leave room for quality. It takes away from the quality of life, by the tradesmen hired to complete projects. Long hours.... less family.

To be in the moment with the people he loves. That's what Djimmy wanted to do all summer. But what he encounters is more exciting than what he expected. And what was stolen is more precious than all the toys and treats that was taken from him in his kindered years. 'I remember it was after school on a Friday afternoon when we'd rush to our flats and get changed. Then at two thirty p.m. everybody's at my cousin's flat waiting for the show on Crazy World Live to start. It's a good vibe, being close to the people you love. My heart keeps vibrating as I ruminate on the topic. Part of me wishes that this moment will never end.' > Dec 2022

I'll stay awake salvaging the night because of how stupid the morning is.

A little short story I have made after I saw a family at Lake Berryessa when I visited during the summer.

A paranormal story

Poetry, nastalgia, short story

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