In a world where I'm constantly reminded of my mistakes and events I'd rather stay in the past, it's hard to remember it wasn't all bad.
As I could barely walk to the bus stop I was reminded of conversations we used to have. When we would convince each other it's okay to take the elevator down to the locker room. We were both different people back then, shackled to the expectations of other people. I didn't know then that casting off those bonds would bring us face to face, an ocean away, crying together as we mourned the people we used to be. Once again, we were completely alone and emotionally naked under a dissociated sun. Just as we had been years before when it's rays were the sound of crashing iron plates and the smell of ourselves being born. How many times have we lived that moment? In how many lives?
As I could barely walk to the bus stop I was reminded of conversations we used to have. When we would convince each other it's okay to take the elevator down to the locker room. We were both different people back then, shackled to the expectations of other people. I didn't know then that casting off those bonds would bring us face to face, an ocean away, crying together as we mourned the people we used to be. Once again, we were completely alone and emotionally naked under a dissociated sun. Just as we had been years before when it's rays were the sound of crashing iron plates and the smell of ourselves being born. How many times have we lived that moment? In how many lives?
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