Nostalgia is painful
As it scours through the mind and soul
Rummaging, foraging for a reminiscent piece of the past
Once so good a past
Now elastisizes itself back to the present
A present that in itself might be a good or bad past
Nostalgia is the same flow of blood
Through the stream of rememberance
Every drop has witnessed the past without a moment forgotten
As long as it is in the blood
It matters not what the brain forgets or remembers
Because nostalgia is a feeling
Not a piece of the mind, or rather the brain, that remembers
It's the every drop of blood that flowed from the birth day that counts.