That's the sensation I get when reminiscing on the good old times.
I feel my spirit and soul caught up in the busy good days it refuses to return to current state.
Sometimes I wonder if the time that had past have made anything different?
Everything is different yet I stay attached to the old school kind of fun.

To return to spend a day in that particular period when life was still revolving around what I thought was worth my effort and strength. Thats a dream and the dream keeps me alive and away.