It’s like seeing old pictures of yourself
long after the camera’s cold click. You
have a sense of familiarity,
a recognition that you were once there
in that moment, but not of the moment
before, or after. The lines have taken
on depth as their specificity blurred,
the colors clarity fading through time
into generalized gestures, and
you stop short, stunned at your oblivious youth,
the clear lack of fear, the unacknowledged
audacity that spoke with more wisdom
then, than you ever knew you had, and have
since lost like someone waking from a dream.
(October 21, 2021)
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