"Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad" -Victor Hugo

Gloomy days make me nostalgic.. They always have, and probably always will. It's a mesmerizing feeling, almost like an overwhelming sense of déjà vu mixed in with a sort of preoccupation that makes me feel as though I'm in between remembering and forgetting. Like I'm attempting to hold on to things that are otherwise obsolete. The grey area when things start not to matter as much as they did, and when you want them to matter more than they used to.. Gloomy days are my favorite, although I feel that the past and the present are attempting to mix like oil and water.. The wind chills my cheeks, and I'm quickly reminded that I've felt this familiarity before.

I could remember numerous accounts of which I've felt this way, and numerous memories made on such a day with similar weather..like walking down to the beach and attempting to skip stones, saying I love You for the first time, new relationships and butterflies that come with it..the scent of cherry blossoms while mending a sore heart, moments with friends that used to be, with who I, myself used to be.. Moments of gain and of defeat, all of which shaped me as a person.. Are brought to my memory on such a melancholy day.. Its bittersweet,really.