Nostalgia

Far
away from
what I used
to call my home;
Far away from my friends,
my space, my fears, my hopes,
my masks, my reality, my nothing more.
Far away from everything else; though, this place
Is kind of comforting, intriguing, exhausting: a cage constructed
By reasonable people who pretended to release minds through locked
Windows to discover that the weight of the ideas
Is heavier when it is loaded with air.
Let’s float and fly free; it is
Easy, too much easy, indeed, when
You have never believed in
Success. No, no ma
Coeur, I’m not
Afraid of
Living.