Día 89

Nostalgia, I think there is an english word, Nostalgia. Wishing to withdraw from it, I wander, I go up and down my brain, my heart, my lungs, my stomach, my bowels, my lower body, my legs, my feet. I listen to music, I let myself soar, vibrate, tremble and trepidate with each sound, each key note, each piano solo, and a sweet female voice as I think, is there a word nostalgia, I think there is. Creep, sinner, weirdo, not belonging, not being, we, I, myself. In an endless loop I water, and selflessly feed nostalgia, but, is there a word for nostalgia, I think there is.