Nostalgia

Nostalgia. It’s a funny thing.

The longing of what was of a time that has long since passed.

A feeling so strong and prevalent reviewing these old photos, these old memories.

Clearing out the clutter of my phone storage, and perhaps a part my mind.

Sweeping the dirt at the bottom of the stilled water.

Photos that bring me back to who I was. How I felt, what I valued, what I was focused on at the time, and who I loved.

Pictures of different people I valued throughout my life filled with old lovers, family, friends, and the sunset.

Reflecting through the stirred up water of where I was on my journey. Was I healing a broken heart or falling in love? Where was my mind, what were my thoughts in this photo? How did I feel, was I truly happy?

So many memories flashing before my eyes. Those forgotten feelings of the pain, joy, lost, happiness, longing, peace, love, and of the girl I once was now resurfacing.

The murky water darkens and the only consistent are all of these pictures of the god damn sunset.

Jeez…

Why did I stop taking pictures of the sunset?