I met myself from five years ago.
His name was Elijah Emory. His eyes were bright and deep, a pool of intense life brimming within. He answered my question, what is your greatest fear? and said, growing up.
I told him, I am you grown up. I am you with a life.
I am you with responsibilities. I am you with things to do.
I am you with expectations to meet. I am you with a job.
Do you like what you see?
He didn't answer.
He took me on a dive down memory's sepia pools. It didn't take long for me to drown in it again.
How things have changed. How dreams have changed. How wishes have changed.
How does one become so different, morphing into someone else as though the old someone I used to be was as unimportant as discardable old clothing?
How heartless is life? How even our own selves change over time? Something as unshakeable as our affections. Something as unshakeable as our very selves.
His name was Elijah Emory. His eyes were bright and deep, a pool of intense life brimming within. He answered my question, what is your greatest fear? and said, growing up.
I told him, I am you grown up. I am you with a life.
I am you with responsibilities. I am you with things to do.
I am you with expectations to meet. I am you with a job.
Do you like what you see?
He didn't answer.
He took me on a dive down memory's sepia pools. It didn't take long for me to drown in it again.
How things have changed. How dreams have changed. How wishes have changed.
How does one become so different, morphing into someone else as though the old someone I used to be was as unimportant as discardable old clothing?
How heartless is life? How even our own selves change over time? Something as unshakeable as our affections. Something as unshakeable as our very selves.