I’ve felt so nostalgic and dreamy the past few days…nothing incredibly wonderful or interesting has happened to make me feel so light, actually the opposite. The past few days have been very trying and stressful for me, but somehow it causes my mind to go into its little bubble/dream world that I can escape to when I need it. Not that I’m detached from reality, not in the least, but that my mind isn’t flooded with all the stress that I feel, and that I can keep it separate so I can just think and daydream without it being disturbed by my problems. Consequently, I’ve been working on lots of poetry lately, as well as on some of my novels. It feels good to just have the writing flow without any strain.