Twisted Nostalgia

Looking back over old thoughts
Remembering my tendency to fall in love
with words
words of depth
which mean more
than their author ever intended
And I somehow miss that façade
I miss the idea
that the one thing at which I excel,
thought,
can be transformed into such beauty
And while I’ve found my place
in reality,
which is safe
and comfortable
and warm,
I can’t help but long for the cold mysteries
of my misguided past.

05/04/06

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