The Past

I’ve been exploring this relationship I have to the past.

Sometimes I just miss the newness and can’t bare risking a new exposure. It’s so much safer to follow a path you’ve already created. The familiarity of your footprints can’t be swallowed the lessons you’ve already learned.

I wonder if this is how Robyn feels, knowing that she can never be out done?

My coquettish spirit dances on the swing of a boomerang. Feeling the joy of being right, of being in control of the new end. Trying to take pride in the progress I’ve made while equally thawing in the light of what could’ve been.

Maybe I just don’t learn lessons the first time around or what if there’s a fairytale waiting behind the curtain. I have to see.