The sights and images are the first to return
promptly followed by the smell of lilies, a setting sun,
the lulling music of a ukulele, warm sand beneath your curled toes.
And suddenly, you are thrown back through time,
lounging on the beach in Hawaii once more,
as if, little by little, the miniscule particles of the memory
wove themselves together to encase your body,
wrapping you in a warm quilt of nostalgia.
After months of silently resting in the back of your head,
the memory has risen to the forefront.
And now as you gradually breathe in the salty air of the Pacific,
the walls of your house are melting away,
revealing the white sand, the cerulean water.
The couch you are draped across is now a hammock,
swaying slightly in the warm breeze,
your can of mountain dew, a coconut.
You have sailed thousands of miles in a mere few seconds
on a boat constructed of recollection.
You can feel the dull sting of your skin beginning to burn without even stepping outside,
and your toes itch with the sensation of wet sand.
No wonder your mind has cradled this memory
so gently for as long as it has.
No wonder your dreams are overflowing
with red sunsets and palm trees.
Credits to Billy Collins who wrote the real version of this called "Forgetfulness"
This is my emulation, entitled "Nostalgia"
I'm really really tired of feeling ugly.
and I'm tired of english projects
and I'm tired of being sick
and I'm tired of it being 90 degrees in my house
and I'm tired of being tired.
Got my level one driving permit today.
Eating ice cream right now.
Going tanning in a few minutes.
Going to an art show tomorrow.
Going to a sea food restaurant tomorrow evening.
