Nostalgia

By Cindion Huang ’24

I like to gaze out the car window
As the vehicle carries me
and my everlasting, wandering thoughts
                                                                  to utopia --

Where untethered streams of consciousness
spread their wings
                            and fly free --
 
Beyond the bright rivulets of headlights,
The soft, amber glow of streets lamps,
The dark silhouettes of distant skyscrapers,
And the neon signs of landmarks filled with childhood memories;
 
To a place with powerful, defining silence;
A place where lost thoughts can be found --
A place where
                         I can forget
 
That all beings are an evanescent mark
                                                                in the universe,
Destined to vanish
                                someday.
 
We can never determine
How valuable a moment is,
 
Until it becomes nothing more
Than a distant
                        yet precious memory --
stored away,
Slowly disappearing
like morning mist in sunlight.
 
To think is to live, I thought,
And to live --
                         is to never
                                           stop thinking.