I feel sad and homesick for years past.
I feel like I’m in some kind of a weird dream.
I’m nostalgic for Octobers.
Nostalgic for past days spent lying in a field full of crisp autumn leaves while texting my best friends on a flip phone.
Nostalgic for places that I’ll only ever see again in dreams.
I cannot place this feeling. It feels depressing but also oddly comforting.