Audrey Martin I reach out for memoriesLike a fly soaring towards sticky paperSenselesslyUncontrollablyI gravitate towards a past not fixed. Some thoughts become evanescentStaying hidden in the cove of my chestWhile others stay seen and feltSeeping out from my marrow. The mornings embracing the silent sunDancing with my own silhouette againstA yellowed wall orSwinging on clothes … Continue reading Stuck In Nostalgia