Review
Aug 30, 2024
Looking back,
I see blemishes
on old photos,
mistakes I’ve made too.
A photo really does say a thousand words, unspoken, unexpressed, unaddressed, repressed, and unheard.
How did I miss perfection?
I ask, as if I have any more of an answer now, than I did back then.
I conformed. I transformed.
I tried to fit in. I tried to be a ten.
I wanted to succeed. I didn’t want to need.
I tried to stake a place in this world that was mine and mine alone.
Now I don’t really want to be anything…
I just want to
be
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