I love rediscovering things.
Give me those tingly nostalgic butterflies that flit around in my brain.
Dusting on dopamine, serotonin, and noradrenalin.
Creating sparks of happiness.
Setting the kindling alight.
Inciting a wildfire that incinerates all within its sight.
Burning me down to the ground
Till I am nothing but a collection
Of ash, embers, dust, and cinders.