Something to remember you by…
…this was to be the last moments I would ever embrace from the old world, subtle acts of kindness from just before the change.
There exists an image that can burn with such fervor, and this same image will always be etched within my heart. Voices continue to chatter with each other, and I will remain sitting at my table, apart from the world while relaxing outside that tiny Louisiana coffee shop on that hot afternoon… so long ago.
I can’t erase what isn’t there.
Tomorrow, I might wake up. I might jet out into another America, but for now this is all that remains of that world. All we hold are our memories now.
This is what I refer to as being drawn back in time. This is how we time travel. There are some memories that can overcome, and for me that’s just swell.
-I am Crandew
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