when you live in a world
surrounded by nostalgic things realize it was once progressive
you’ve come a long way, baby
farther than you’d ever thought your adventure would go
you’re leaving behind a message
of where you have been showing how far you’ve gone
a smell, a sound or a ghost
pins us back in time a duality in the timeline one foot in reality the other in the past
echoes of the familiar
trap us quite robustly forcing a face-to-face as harsh realities present a reckoning of our actions
will we learn
or are we doomed to repeat the recollections over and over in our unsatisfying dreams
& Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #63 The Sunday Whirl #489
memories present when in the of my room silence i my expectations at the door check my gets comfortable spine as i delve deep into the of the past bank the of emotions is high risk will my cheeks remain dry i hear the clunk of gears metal hobos in rail cars sleeping their lives in a haze while i play in the train yard i wonder in my where they are now head
How could I predict
what would happen to me
in the very next moments?
Am I losing my sanity?
It feels quite impossible to know
I am experiencing this again.
Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #127
Opening the lid to the past.
Joy, tears, and laughter escape.
Youthful feelings rushing back expectedly.
Playing in the past like it was yesterday.
Staying there is tempting,
in the good ‘ole days.
But were they really?
Boxed memories are nearly all good.
Who saves the crap?
Those moments slowly come back too.
Time to close the lid.
Back to reality.
Over and over, repeated re-injury of the senses.
It’s what we had.
Dressed in our despair, bonded by pain.
It’s what we shared.
We twisted and contorted, struggled further to gain control.
It’s how we fought.
Every prick of the conscience drained another abscess.
It’s how we learned.
Giving up was not an option.
It’s how we lived.