When I go through trying times, I tend to get really nostalgic. I long for a time when my life made sense and things seemed simpler. Sometimes the present seems so unbearable that the only thing thing to hold on on to is the memory of a time when things seemed perfect (although things never really are), and a hope that things will be that way again eventually. Such is the way of life right? Here’s a little piece I wrote:
Take me back
Today was a beautiful day, the sun warm on my face, the breeze soothing against my skin and the air thick in my lungs.
A beautiful day it was…mystical… with a hint of nostalgia that made every breath a blissful memory.
The air was filled with happiness and the sky bright with hope
Oh how I wished the wind could whisk me away to that place when laughter lit up the soul and smiles were genuine.
With every breath my heart expanded with longing building its core
So I soaked up the light in the sun, embraced the freedom in the wind and prayed that the air I breathed would take me back to that place…
When every day was summer
– Mamello Maitse