Nostalgia


Limits,
I saw so many.
The world was endless and all I ever saw was home.
Messy.
Abundant with flaws.
Finite with space; Infinite with bliss.

Reminiscent,
of when I saw the world as small.
Envious,
of when I assumed that the world ended
where the prairies stopped.

Eager,
to leave it all behind.
If only,
I knew I was molding myself.
Indulgent,
in those moments I would've been.

Rapid,
was my ascension to adulthood.
Brief,
was the time allotted for innocence.

Home, a place that whispered serenity.
Nostalgia, is how it shall remain.

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