Nostalgia 
The pattering of paws 
on the glossy hardwood floor.
Autumn leaves welcoming a child 
as she goes outside.

A dad and his daughter 
flipping through an old storybook.
The comforting sound of a mom's voice 
in the darkest of times.

The splashing of waves 
the feel of salty water.
The pain of wind 
drying out eyes 
but never making them any less happy 
to be going so fast
on a boat so grand.

The smell of a garden in California with no sound 
other than the birds and the rustling of trees.
A girl waiting patiently 
as her grandma talks on the phone.

These are some things of nostalgia for me. 
These are some of my best memories.

Hating on Gibberish
The words that come out of my mouth.
They make perfect sense to me.
I say them with no hesitation.
I say them with confidence.
Yet people give me a look of disgust.
Even this is gibberish...in a way.
Now I'm just writing this to take my mind off of something.
So don't judge.
Don't hate on gibberish.