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I'm feeling strange tonight. Slightly nostalgic about things I can't really remember. With a dash of longing. A hint of sadness. And a sprinkling of watery smiles; just for flavor, mind you. Its times like this. Where its somewhere between today and tomorrow. It's after midnight but still feels like yesterday never ended. Like time is standing still. For me, it's somewhere between midnight and three a.m. To me, tomorrow isn't tomorrow yet until the first light of dawn. I had an epiphany that I can't quite put into words. Like a whisper in my mind that I can't shape, but I can feel. Right behind my eyes. Like wanting to cry. Because it's a bitter sort of sweet. Makes you want to dream. Dream of things that you've always wished for. And things you didn't know you longed for. At the moment, all I want to do is lie outside and watch the stars. And ponder the fact I have tears on my cheeks that I don't remember shedding. And I wonder if dreams come true, as I picture places I've never seen; never will. As I image scenes of dancers with deja vu faces and voices from memories that are just out of reach. The kind that are on the tip of your tongue, and tumble off when you reach for them. Landing among fragments of your childhood like worn toys and age-stained cloth. I contemplate the feeling of missing people you've never met. And loving what that don't seem to exist outside of your dreams as I burrow deeper under my comforter and try to forget the world. Have you ever had a dream that felt like a memory? And has it ever shaken you to the core? Like a lullaby you know you've never heard, from an old antique music box, that sends you in to a state of nostalgia so thick you choke up. It's covered in dust and grime from some long forgotten corner in an unused room. Its broken and worn but it feels so important that you don't know how you would live without it, though you made it through okay up until this point. It's just a feeling. A mixture of emotions too tangled for me to sort through. Just something to mull over. I would bid you a farewell at this point, but in the words of Regina Spektor: <br />
"I'll come back. When you call me. No need to say goodbye." -- By Bree Hage