Probably not as funny as I think I am
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I live inside an hourglass; but there’s no one there to flip it over.
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
Sidecars, champagne, jazz, flappers and pretend freedom; dancing on the edge.
Bombs fell, people died. Battles raged, civilians wept; was it then, or now?
I miss the days when my biggest problem was did I fail my midterms…
was it the people or the place that I over romanticized?
ghosts of the past, they don’t say boo, they ask, is that all that we become?
ticking of the clock, the sound that torments me, yet that I cannot flee.
once upon a time the world wasn’t so scary; now I see the ghosts.
when did everything start moving so fast? I blinked, and thirty found me.
two married parents, warm summer nights, and the peace of knowing all’s well.
wine-hazed clarity, falsely gilded memory; was numbness worth it?
the constant refrain, of good times trapped in the past; do you remember?
