poems I call nostalgia

I figured that sense I wanted to do something different that I would write a poem. I had some slur words that I felt would be attached to my name, but I will let me and whoever laugh about it in private. I did this just to see how it would fit

Mind and space blended together and nonsense forgotten, with whispers that I can barely remember. I feel it in the air when I speak, but with a tone that is not familiar to me. My life has not slipped but has transcended with something new, I feel that I am blessed.

Careless and free from some place long gone which leaves nothing forgotten and not left alone. So I may swing tides with all that is cherished to me it is these I hold near my fondest memories.

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