Preserved memories

2023

Feels like yesterday was forever ago, the emptiness of the countryside, a dried corn field, I’m playing in the forest. I follow the path the ants have left me. I’m going in search of that long-forgotten feeling of being able to be myself. Because I knew who I was. This feeling, I need to treasure it. It is my core, my metaphysic. Through time, scars, and growth it never changes. Hopefully, I will understand myself if I hold it closer to me.