I am feeling nostalgic
after remembering through dreaming
why I need to not be the only person who knows
me.
I photographed my longing for the good old days
and rambled through words written for
other people
by someone I used to know.
I have to exhaust the present,
the almost-useless pieces I can see, if not reach,
of the ones I used to be so close to.
Then, I can take the past, and stuff it away again
in my closet,
behind the shirts and jeans, the old calendars,
the yearbooks, the photo albums and the cardboard boxes of memories.
I have to exhaust the present until I realise
that what I see
is too far out of my reach.
Author notes
This is kind of different from what I usually write - it's less "poetic", more narrative, and the shape of it seems different to me too. I just had to write something.
Comments
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and rambled through words written for
other people
by someone I used to know.
loved those lines, theyre gorgeous. i love what youre talking about here. it probably means different things to you but i'm really feeling it right now. great write
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