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Created on: October 14, 2008
A Sense Of Nostalgia
There are many old churches in the world that when you enter, you get that certain feeling of belonging, the church seems to welcome you, if bricks and wood can give yoy that atmospheric feeling; when you add the people, it makes everything complete.
You're waiting in the wings, the curtain rises, and the lights go on and the smell of painted scenery, make-up and swirling dust particles create a pretend world of fantasy that you believe to be true.
That tune, it escapes the memory, but there is something about it that haunts you to distraction, you hum it and yet the words elude you. You find the tune, you hum it and yet the words elude you. This melody brings back many thoughts of something good and exciting, and it makes you feel happy.
The peace of the world has a nostalgic throw back, wherever you look and whatever you hear and whatever you say, for the smell of fear still touches and surrounds you with indifference.
Memories are sometimes so far back in the mind that it is impossible to recollect whether they were pure or evil. The church I worship in. The theatre that I perform in. The elusive words of a tune I hum frequently. The peace we never have and are hoping for !
But for the passing years of nostalgia, there would be no sense in it !
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