zondag 20 februari 2022

8:18 pm

 
I find myself tracing the past on a poorly cut picture. I've raised myself for all these years but catch no glimpse of who I've become. I point my head in the direction of past lovers. How huge adolescence felt back then. How nostalgia reacts it now. It's like putting an old self to rest.

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