I remember it all now
The way it felt The time, the era Goddamn it was just yesterday But it wasn't The innocence of the child That I was That I'm not anymore The song The resonance The incandescence of a past age My youth calls A forgotten part of life Begging to be heard again He is not dead The me who sleeps in the deep He's right there, smiling Like there was something That I'm meant to see The reverie, the memory Crypt-digging In a live mind What does he want me to find? A scrap of happiness? An ash of aptitude? A remembrance of innocence? What gift does the past give? All I remember is a simple bedroom With a child's bed facing an open window A comforting chair A stream of sunlight, a gentle wind And the songs of memory Bringing me peace Over and over again And he's just sitting there... smiling What do I have to do to get back there? What do I have to do to be him? But wait... I am him. And therein lies the pain. I remember this place. I remember that face and how I wore it that way. Like sadness was never ingrained. Like I'd never felt another way. I remember this place. I was happy this way. But some things change. Life doesn't always continue this way.
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Author"Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls." - Anais Nin Archives
February 2023
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