Saturday, May 9, 2009

The Scent of Nostalgia

Splitting nostalgia into overlapping dimensions ... a recollection of cherished memories, and a yearning to have been an insignificant spectator of the years I did not witness.

All that is left is the scent of revolutionaries and ideals - mired in a senseless world that does not accept the need to strive towards a fragment of justice.

A morose attitude stemming from a society that stifles voices infiltrates life frequently. But dreams are the shield protecting ideals that are bludgeoned even before being voiced.

An era that ridicules dreamers is void of tenacity.

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