I stumble upon them while
looking for art supplies.
There nestled in the same box
with cutouts from Vogue
are cutouts of moments lived.
There are pictures, cards
and letters all swirling
between beautiful glossies.
A certain feeling comes over me
as I flip through my life.
I am not sad.
I am on the corner
between the past and the present.
Nostalgia leaves me
hungry for vapors and ghost.
If I want to hunger,
I will hunger for
what I have in my hand.
photo:postcard I found in my stash. Not sure who took it.
lovely. and wistful. felt myself sigh. :)
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ReplyDelete@S-thanks love. I like your new profile pic.
ReplyDelete@yisforyogini-wistful that is the perfect word to describe what I felt like as I wrote this.