Come back
to the moment.
Which one?
Yesterday,
the day before—
the sun was always brighter,
remember?
Come back
to the moment.
When?
Years ago,
I don’t even know.
The grass is greener
in memory than in the soil.
Come back
to the moment
when my mind saw a world
pristine and unraveled,
ready to be walked.
Please, come back,
little boy I once was.
Come back to the summer scent
on your skin,
and the raspberry taste
on your lips.
Yes—then.
Come back,
but don’t stay.
[Another recurrence of The Unwritten—spilled as art.
Raw expressions from an overwhelmed mind, and a trickster heart.]
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 11:47 AM UTC
Come back
to the moment.
Which one?
Yesterday,
the day before—
the sun was always brighter,
remember?
Come back
to the moment.
When?
Years ago,
I don’t even know.
The grass is greener
in memory than in the soil.
Come back
to the moment
when my mind saw a world
pristine and unraveled,
ready to be walked.
Please, come back,
little boy I once was.
Come back to the summer scent
on your skin,
and the raspberry taste
on your lips.
Yes—then.
Come back,
but don’t stay.
[Another recurrence of The Unwritten—spilled as art.
Raw expressions from an overwhelmed mind, and a trickster heart.]
Memories... they shape us. A bliss and a curse. Me? I still can't tell.