Nostalgia
Nostalgia
Nostalgia
Nostalgia
Nostalgia
Nostalgia
Nostalgia
Nostalgia

Nostalgia
Nostalgia
Nostalgia
Nostalgia
Nostalgia
Nostalgia
Nostalgia
Nostalgia

I used to have a dream over and over again as a child. Stuck in a maze of different shapes and colors, the shapes and walls of the maze would be constantly moving me forwards, crushing and stretching out my limbs in the process, sometimes turning me into shapes of my own. Eventually waking up in a shocked sweaty state the effects of the dream would still linger, my vision was distorted and everything seemed miles away. A comforting parent I could not reach due to vision distortions, their face would appear large although their body was long and thin beyond my reach. It was the void of my imagination, now long lost in the cavity that is my mind.