Nostalgiosis

Midnight threads map history
march over the page like ants
carve through me, like ancient rivers cutting through marble.
They flow through my veins, tattooing narratives onto my bones.
Memories which have gone soft at the edges
of blanket worlds and giraffe-necked lamps lighting the way.
Worlds glitter before me as I fade into their constellations
Melting into moments.