Sometimes, at 7:30am, you’re in the kitchen brewing coffee feeling intense remnants of nostalgia. These fleeting sentimental longings are tugging your heart strings for no reason at all. Flashing memories of you and your best friends roller blading to the nearest Circle K to grab a $.70 polar pop take over. Then you think back at how cute that boy was in 3rd hour theatre class and how he kissed you one year later. You smile at the day your cousin was born and laugh when you fell off a bicycle trying to reenact E.T. Or maybe you’ll think of the nights where you lied awake at 2 AM trying hard to silence your crying so your parents wouldn’t wake up to ask what’s wrong. More fluttering nonsensical memories come and go, come and go. All in a matter of minutes. Simultaneous emotions of polar opposites come to play; your heart is beating rapidly and your mind becomes quiet. Your coffee is done brewing, ready for its first taste. Your mind shuts off and sets back to reality. You move on with your day.