Reminiscing
Swimming in white mist,
It’s hard to move,
But so raw,
Finally uncovered from the black,
Laughter turns to pain,
From the chest expanding to contracting
Inside itself,
Heavy,
And tears
Always moving forward,
Through the black,
But in these moments,
Swimming in circles,
Surrounded by confusing white,
I’m stuck in place
Looking back,
Reminiscing,
And finally,
I miss it:
The past
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