The weather of nostalgia!

Long cold wintery nights,
the sound of the fireworks in the background,
reminds me of someone I was not,

the painful bearer of my forever lurching dreams,
the solo traveler of the deep dark roads leading the way of my nights,

I have not forgotten where I started or how far I have come,
and I am forever grateful for these nights which brings a shiver down my spine,

reminding me of just how real it is to live through your dreams, for your dreams,
and I wouldn’t have it any other way! ❄️