It's remarkable.
Turning back the clock while you are still physically aging.
Lost the charm, but regaining the reputation.
Defying rationale, and devoid of attachment. I was like that too. I have changed more than my surroundings have, and I barely recognize my hometown when I pull in.
It's happening in me. I am scared, but letting it happen. I look at those years, and those faces and it is like a work of fiction I have longed to read. I have started documenting it, but how can you record pastiche?
My paradigm is one that left some scars, but they have all formed a trail that I would be willing to show. I would uncover it. I would open my chest like a book and let you go through it, asking questions as you go.
I don't need a support. I want a person who will fly (and fall out of the sky) with me.
