On some days, sometimes, I depart the present. Journeying (slowly or speedily, dependent on my intent) back in time. To relive the past.
There, I (as a Pygmalion-esque potter) refashion the images (at least, some of them) to reflect how I would’ve wanted (how I, sometimes, still want) things and them (at least, some of the people) to have been (to be).
Escapist fantasy. False, too. For if things and they, somehow, could be as I desired (sometimes, still desire), then I wouldn’t be who I am.
And somewhere along my life’s way, I decided that on any day, whether good or bad, it’s better than best to be me.
© 2022 PRA
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