Blurry

nostalgia

foggy rememberings

inviting and deceptive

sweet

rotting

crooking the trueness of a thing

seducing and weaving the grain of a thing

the hollow comfort of a what could have been

what a miserable thing, to be one awake

stirred from the reverie

from here on forever knowing

or

does misery lie in remembering as it never was

forever longing for something that could never be

stuck in the absoluteness of a reality that is not.