Nostalgia and Nirvana

I breathe in life, and exhale experiences.
I shed a tear to taste pain.
I lose all my senses,
when I feel these chemicals rushing through my veins like Novocaine.

Some days I dream
of building
a time machine,
as I cling

onto this urge to hit rewind
on moments in life,
and I’m searching for nirvana—this fix, this release
of dopamine.

Because there’s no feeling
more euphoric than reminiscing
upon the past,
wishing you could get the best parts of it back.

No greater high
than to be alive. No better remedy
than creating memories.

Feels like the good old days
are slipping away
but that’s fine
because in time—

I can look back and say
I had never wanted to get so numb on life, that when it passed me by—
I’d forgotten to remember the beauty of yesterday.

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The Lighthouse and the Moon

The Lighthouse and the Moon stand alike, they guide the way for others yet can’t see their own light. 
Though blind to their ethereal glow, when the night falls neither fails to shine bright. 

The Moon called out once and the Lighthouse waved hello.
That night both realized, with each other, they’d never have to be alone. 

The morning sunrise is what they dreaded the most,
when the Moon would disappear while the Lighthouse rested from leading mariners along the coast. 

To meet again they’d wait for hours.
As the days went on, their love only grew like wildflowers.

They’d never get close enough to feel that lover’s embrace,
yet no soul on Earth could ever take their beloved’s place. 

This affair was beautifully doomed from the beginning.
They lost themselves in each other until soon enough, their light was dimming.

Their flame may have died out,
but to them, there’s no greater love story to reminisce about.