Thematic photo: 369

Jumping right back in with Written, Inc: Thematic photo: Feeling Nostolgic

How I miss Trento.  This scene, once so familar.  Passed everyday.  The sounds, the light.  The air was different.  Have you felt that?  Another city, just the same you, but what you see, breathe, hear and feel is altogether different.  Does that make a different you?  Do you like that version better?  Is it still there when you've moved on?  Of course. Well, maybe not.  She's lost to time.  To a place. And she lives only in nostalgia.

Drifting

Hello
I have been lost
No
Buried
Hurried
Well...
Gone too long
And drifting

Seems like air to my left
And right
Below me
But that streak in the waves
Caught me
Again
And again

Something real
Not just shadows
Pulled from depths
But solid and alive
Even as my eyes cast recklessly away
At risk of loosing it
And drifting right past
They find it again
And fixated
Here I am
Again

can't cry when we say goodbye

I smile
It doesn't mean I don't care
You've changed my life
Added points of shining light
And that radiates back now