Nostalgic Sundays.

There's this undescribable feeling that I would always feel every time I enter my room on a Sunday afternoon where the sun is near its setting. I would remember all the good times in my childhood. All those wonderful memories would come rushing at me every time I enter that kind of atmosphere. And then, realizing that those wonderful memories could only stay as memories and could never really happen again, I would suddenly feel sad. There's also a comforting feeling in that certain atmosphere. I would feel safe and secure. There's no explanation as to why I'd feel those things. I don't know why I'm so attached to my past and I don't know why I can't accept changes in the future. Well, someday I will know, but for now, I'll await for another nostalgic Sunday afternoon at home... -_-