The Nostalgia

The nostalgia for a reality that can only be seen beyond borders of wandering eyes. The sensation of creation; feelings for the present that has no space to exist. 

A veil between worlds, a yearning for the essence in which a soul can’t transcend but eternally defies the nature of what it means to be at all.

Ripples of imagery surging through a dark landscape of an endless world make believe. Far from the truth and foreign to becoming real but the closest to feeling the fulfilment of all that could be craved.

Always a sadness that shall remain and a knowing that is intangible in all accord. A resilience against thyself yet a sincere abyss that somatic senses border wandering eyes.

Although a veil conceals much sorrow, it blankets the space that has no present, with the acceptance of longing and the creation of thoughts beyond just wanting. 

The sensation between worlds and the lucid essence felt by seeing in the dark. It is that taste that remains for the soul. The impact of eternal ripples surging. 

The Nostalgia.