From the time of my understanding of my third and final favorite color, I have been beset by a plague that both warms my heart yet crushes my spirit. It is a plague that overtakes me every time I see, hear, scent, taste, and or feel a scene of nature. This plague is nostalgia.
Why is it that I always bear such feelings? What is it that draws me to the past? Whose presence(s) is it that I remember with my nostalgia? When will I understand it? Where does this nostalgia remind me of? How am I feeling such strong nostalgia?
I neither condemn nor enjoy this relentless nostalgia.... I only wish that I may enjoy that which I have lost.
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