History

Everything is more beautiful in retrospect.
Sometime between the sepia past,
the grey today and the flash of tomorrow
truth slips away unseen, a tangle of electric
eels squirming in an underground stream.

We look back and see only clear skies
and carefree picnics but never the cold.
We look back and feel only tender kisses
and the soft caress but never the blows.
We look back and remember nothing.

7 thoughts on “History

  1. I am sure, the picture is of you. If I look at it too long, it seems to change. Very strange!
    (I am in a very strange mood lately, I might be….something? I think somebody far away is looking for me. What can I do?)

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