Nostalgia

It often strikes me when searching a way out

Of this spiritual warfare opposing logics and feelings

A light scent of defunct grandeur

Surrounding memories long gone, accidentally unearthed by sheer innocence

Washed away by a absence of linking time frame

It always bring a tear and a smile

To remember those filtered events, freed of bipolar limitations

An inner sanctum where everything stands still

Lingering endlessly in their preserved environment

Where images, scents, toughs and resentments

Are forever bound, defying the decaying process of time

I mostly live in the past

Obsessed by those immemorial manifestations

Feeding off phantasms of extrapolated splendor, probably biased

Most of the time, neglecting actual events to hasten the process

In which boringness of present unfoldments

Is devoured and restructured as subconscious draws the memory deeper

In it's realm, somewhere between fantasy and active memory

As time slowly fade, the concept of existential projection

Loses its significance at the profit of a superlative past

Where everything can be reshaped and perfected

Another example of distorted reality by primal, chaos layer

To which omnipresent source the brain connects to define what

Is important or superficial information

I think we are all redefining our own existence

Numbing our own perceptions, respecting the predefined limits of our psyche

Memory is then refined by our own futile need of secure, linear evolution

Irritating moments gets deleted; anticipation gets mixed up with actual events

Rendering those souvenirs, an illusive maelstrom incubating in our diseased conscience

That is what we call reality

That makes me wonder what percentage of our own personality is false

That is, if we accept an absolute truth, inherent to life and mankind

And I don't, I think of humanity as a hopeless continuation

Of births and deaths holding nothing more than futile means of distraction

To counterbalance the weight of cold empty darkness

That rule supreme outside our germ size piece of matter, revolving around an insignificant star, gravitating within a microscopic star system on the outer edges of one of the smallest galaxies.