Nostalgic: That's What I Am. Poem by Besma Jemaa

The days are passing and what was a pure reality is becoming mere souvenirs...
The taste of regret is very bitter, it's an everlasting feeling of nostalgia.

I was living for myself, now I'm living for others with no self.
It's really hard to try new things if you're not sure you're going till the end once found they were the finest options.

It's absolutely difficult to give up the pink dreams for the sake of social nightmares.

It's almost unbearable to live in darkness when the lights glitter over there.

I used to believe in tomorrow when I had many of it, I really have had the choice but now, I only have to b e wise, to think deeply when making decisions...

A lot of temptations while I am standing motionless bounded to my life....
How adventurous I was! ...

Sometimes, I wish I could escape this reality to be where I always wanted to be, some other times, I whisper to myself: It's never the end, you still have miles to walk away but a few 'roads not taken'.