Today I had a date with my seventeen year old self.
There is something cathartic about time travel; that warm feeling you get when you meet someone who was dear to you once, a gem of a memory from a time of innocent bliss. You remember it with fondness over the years. It is a part of who you used to be, a stepping stone to who you’ve become.
I unearth my treasure-chest full of stardust, frayed at the edges, yet still very much alive with brightness and wonder. I retrieve each marvelling sun one by one. Here, a dusty tram ticket nudges a perforated corner. There, a forlorn posy of violets scents a day long past.
That was me. A girl on a mission. Searching for a nugget of sunshine.
She had a helping hand or two along the way. All was lighter when shutters ripped open.
A part of her stays with me always. The rest is dewdrops, lost in the vivid colour of all the days lived since.
That’s beautiful and evocative – sheer poetry. xxx
I found all words slippery when I wrote this, double-edged. None expressed exactly what I wanted them to, so I had to dig deeper. Thank you 🙂
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