​reflections.



the passing of the years roll on, decades distilled into momentary flashes, fleeting memories of days gone by, of feelings run dry.


reflecting, some wounds healed, a few raw, gnashing into the now, lost in the whys and the how.


standing here at the crossroads, divergent paths leading to the unknown, having walked down these roads long ago, all that remains – the endless charade, the hollow passing show.

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