I wish I could open a door
that would take me back
to different times in my life.
I wonder how many
forgotten versions of myself
I would see.
To be back in a place,
appreciating it differently—
maybe seeing more clearly,
and letting go of present worries.
I think I would tell myself
“everything is okay, just breathe.”
Although I wonder
how many doors there would be,
and all of the forgotten memories
hidden away—
that even I can’t see.
I would hold on tightly
to fond memories,
and intently analyze
the ones that shaped me.
If I could open a door
that would take me back to myself,
I would take in each moment
more intentionally,
appreciating the beauty
around me.
Apr 8, 2025
Apr 8, 2025 at 10:37 PM UTC
I wish I could open a door
that would take me back
to different times in my life.
I wonder how many
forgotten versions of myself
I would see.
To be back in a place,
appreciating it differently—
maybe seeing more clearly,
and letting go of present worries.
I think I would tell myself
“everything is okay, just breathe.”
Although I wonder
how many doors there would be,
and all of the forgotten memories
hidden away—
that even I can’t see.
I would hold on tightly
to fond memories,
and intently analyze
the ones that shaped me.
If I could open a door
that would take me back to myself,
I would take in each moment
more intentionally,
appreciating the beauty
around me.
