Nostalgia

Nostalgia has been a constant reminder of the paradox I live in

It is an excruciating feeling of longing

It is a serene feeling of belonging

I keep colluding to run from the companions of it

The sorrows it comes with

I hold my breath while walking the streets, the ones which gave me daily treats

A hug from a tempest

Familiar to this feeling because my dad is a lieutenant

Frightened of making new memories

Feel like I will end up in the same streets

But I can't seem to dust off the inclusion I feel and how it makes me feel complete

The fact that I am making memories is a sole reminder of me breathing