When you look back
it's funny how you notice all the things
you never took the time to see before.
Your mind spins on a needle
to the beat of your own heart.
Like now it all matters.
Like yesterday is today.
It's all you can see.
Memories are the best vacation.
Until they hurt.
Then they haunt you.
And they hold you down
To the nightmare that only mirrors
By
Jessica Singleton
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