ANEMOIA

There is a nostalgic feeling

Where nights feel strange

Just a sublime sensation of watching myself wander

Beyond my own range

I float through the transition

Caught between now and then

Like a phantom of a moment I almost remember

Yearning to feel it but once again

Between the skylines and the clouds

Where time passes slow

An emptiness in my chest

For a home I used to know

It feels familiar like a memory

Yet its path I cannot trace

Trying to find it in faded photos and echoing songs

Just to chase an empty place

Maybe it was never there

Maybe it was never meant to be seen

Maybe it is a haven I made in between

For every surreal feeling

Of familiarity and home

I stretch a string too far

Only to break the warmth I have known

Maybe I run the ends too early

To feel the winds of the haven I crave

Maybe I found it for moment

Then watched it fade with one last wave