Nostalgia hit me like an eclair in the face- painful, but so comforting, so delicious, so loving.
I was having a really bad night, for some strange reason. Mood swings, maybe. Everybody just felt like assholes to me. I came home to search for stimuli for my Creative Writing class tomorrow, and shuffled through some of my favourite old music.
The pain was just washed away in an instant, and I was in heaven, blissful consciousness that was so lovely, floating on the back of seagulls that hover above the mirror-like surface of the dark waters. I was sucked back into the 16th, 17th and 18th centuries, where the plague ran rampant but the music ripened in its own glory, and people held hands and danced the night away at little pubs till the dawn broke the deep violet sky.
I was having a really bad night, for some strange reason. Mood swings, maybe. Everybody just felt like assholes to me. I came home to search for stimuli for my Creative Writing class tomorrow, and shuffled through some of my favourite old music.
The pain was just washed away in an instant, and I was in heaven, blissful consciousness that was so lovely, floating on the back of seagulls that hover above the mirror-like surface of the dark waters. I was sucked back into the 16th, 17th and 18th centuries, where the plague ran rampant but the music ripened in its own glory, and people held hands and danced the night away at little pubs till the dawn broke the deep violet sky.
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