stumbling upon a time
once familiar, comfortable
nostalgia runs deep, deeper than the ocean
deeper than I really want to go
to the laughter in the distance
the visions taking over my senses
dragging me back to a place
I fight so hard to escape
but I’m bound to the warm earth
entranced by the golden flecks of light
bouncing along the slightly troubled waters
reflecting a sky I can never touch
and a heaven I long to call home instead

Photo provided by: unsplash-logoTim Foster

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