Sometimes I get sad for no reason, well I have reasons but they are so puny that I wouldn’t feel justified in calling them reasons.
And I wouldn’t necessarily call it sad, more nostalgic, but I’m not quite sure if that’s the right word either.
It’s like my heart is aching for something that feels like a missing piece, but I don’t know what it is.
Like my soul is remembering something so far off and fuzzy that I can’t place it all, just on the tip of my tongue but never quite there.
It’s not so much a memory as it is something that I’m yearning for. Something my spirit knows is out there but the rest of me is left confused.
The best way to explain it is a nostalgia for something yet to happen, a missing puzzle piece-almost whole but not quite.
Sometimes I’m worried I’ll never find it, whatever it is, but the other part of me knows it’s out there waiting for me.
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