the past is always an interesting door
the all too familiar scent of a once upon a time history what could’ve been, could it still?
i catch myself in a second’s trance of delusion
i catch the thought just as quickly as it entered,
and smile, bittersweet, at the blessed encounters that were only written for me.
for even if it hurt a past version of me, my expectations only heightened
and for that, i am eternally grateful. <3












