Mind

Grey cells (generations).

You know that feeling when when suddenly you have a vivid flashback to certain moments in your childhood? All of a sudden you find yourself surrounded by ghosts of memories and of people you loved so much. You realize how far you are from them, in distance, in time, in mortality.

This poem is for my family, as I remember from hot summer nights fifteen years ago. I loved them once. I had them once. Now I cherish the memories.

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