Before I have been there

but it seems like a old memory in a trash bin,

like my soul makes it thin

to seems like I never was there before.

But I know

that I have been there

not only now,

but everywhere.

The nostalgia is feeling big

almost like a pig

if not even bigger,smaller in reality,

but never small in my soul which is still dreamily.

I have been there before,

and my soul know it forever

as if I was there forever,

but there I will again be never.