Memories furled. Familiarity masked. Curiosity piqued. Changes melding into changes, a rippling effect on a still framed past. Years peel away to lurk in the shadows. Perception is spliced by present self and falsely remembered self. A what-if smile of saddened contentment slips in. An echo of truth creeps in.
-Originally written Saturday, September 2, 2006 at 2:00pm
