Oh nostalgia, that bittersweet feeling
Of pain and pleasure, of loss and remembrance
A sense of fury rises in me as I recall
The lush forests of my youth
The community that has gone
The dreams of childhood forgotten with age.

Has it been so long since last I was here?
Or is this a new world that has replaced the old?
My feelings cannot tell, and I am lost
In a maze of my own memories,
Blending with these new surroundings
As I wander through childhood’s Elysium.

— C. S. Charabaruk, 17 Aug 2011