People. It doesn't matter if they say one sentence to you, or just smile at you. People shape you. Your life, your sense of being, even just the way you carry yourself for that second or day. Once you start to think about it, you'll feel a lot of nostalgia for everything that has ever happened; Lovers past, checkout clerks smiling at you, bus drivers. And if you let yourself think on it for too long, you become engulfed in a nostalgia that's sometimes so overwhelming that it takes your breath from your chest.
You start to remember things; That girl you fell in love with on the bus one time, you fixate on the way her hair fell across her face, or the way the trees threw shadows on her dress, you become so obsessed you start to make things up just so you have more to focus on. The postman's friendly smile because something so real, so complete, that you're stuck with the image until sleep robs you of it.
And dreams. Dreams can cling to us for the entire day. Longer, if we let ourselves dwell. A dream can affect you deeper than a person, because a dream is something personal. Dreams are things we create, we cherish, we run them through our minds as best to remember them. Yet when does nostalgia become dangerous? In remembering, do we risk losing what is happening in the now?
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