Mine is nostalgia. That’s literally my copium drug and it really is strong some days. It’s not that I sit here everyday and never move on to newer things, I do sometimes embrace new things and realize there’s more out there than what I have.
It’s just, there’s an online radio show I still listen to, to this day and it’s episodes are like 17 years old and been out of syndication for a good long while now with no hope of returning. It’s like my time capsule that opens up so much in my mind, so many memories, so many what-ifs to think about, bringing me back to where things were in that time period .etc
And it’s something I just don’t think I’ll ever let go because as much as I’ve tried to find a place in this awfully trashed world, I’m always winding back at square one because either I’m incompatible or it is incompatible with me.
I just want to go back to the 2000s and do it all over again and meet who I know now just to see how things could’ve gone if we’ve all met earlier.
Write. Anything you like. Nonsense, the issues of the world, a memory, a story. Sometimes, things (thoughts/memories) hurt less when written. Then you can burn the paper. Or tear it. Or do nothing with it. But burning it feels so good. It’s like burning your sad thoughts.