Wow…… I mean. Yeah…….
I just found an old picture-dump of mine the other day and damn, did that hit home or what.
Not old as in, sick. Not confrontating as in, sickly.
Old as in; happy. Confrontating as in; that was me.
Where did she go?
Do you have a picture of yourself when you think you look/felt happy? A state of being (not of body) you want to feel again? What’s the you you miss?