Nostalgia

My nostalgia, is tantamount to amnesia.

I know something, and I don’t remember.

There is unknown, unsaid, inexplicable sadness,

Why? For whom? For what?

No idea!

Nothing can bring me peace, but my awakening.

I long for a home, not a house,

That home is someone or some place?

I don’t know.

I am both aloof and boggled,,

I chose it,

Why?

No idea!

I closed the doors for every breeze that could soothe my burning heart, flushing face,

I closed every door. Every.

I long for homecoming.

I long for myself, to be what I was in the beginning.

I am not crazy, I am no insane,

Only if you could know what the longing is, you would have known my pain….

Or you might have numbed yourself in protection,

I lost my protective shield,

I was reborn, in a single lifetime, twice

I wish I could explain, what this feeling is, I wish my words to be more explicable,

I wish to remember what I have forgotten,

This is my dilemma, to recollect the forgotten….