Dynamic mirrors, past selves

Seeing you – me

Remembering

 

Social configurations

Hopes

Abysses and pinnacles

 

Visions of previous dreams

Out of bounds

Then, like now

 

Fact of the matter

Matter of fact

Fuck nostalgia

Nostalgia’s dead

 

Theatre(s) of beauty

Arena(s) of hope

Where alternate me-s

Are put to rest

 

Schauspiel, illusions

It’s all just pretence

We all are hidden

Behind the façade of ourselves

 

But fuck it; just fuck it

I’m a hero in grey

An ambiguous duality

Every living day

 

When I saw you

When I felt you

When we expanded, and merged

 

Was the moment

I collapsed

Into what became me

 

And yes, I do love you

The beauty that I see

But I was never enough

Please, forgive me

 
(Edgar @ Samfundet, Nov 11 2017)

 

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