Looking Back

A withered memory falling off a tree,
The breeze of the past starts shaking your soul.
The last crystallized barrier of consciousness is shattered:
it’s blowing through you.
That perfect moment, in this candle-lit darkness
appears blurred, almost unrelated.
Time creeps up into you,
your own thoughts are less vivid.
The wind is getting stronger,
the last candle is extinguished,
an indefinite mix of emotions starts flowing, finally unchained;
it managed to break free, in the end.
The might of the storm is unstoppable, otherworldly,
you’re overwhelmed, drowning into your past,
it’s dragging you down;
and you can’t breathe anym

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