each day is a year
feeling
unfeeling
freedom
chains
i see a message from two days ago and it feels like another lifetime
i love this
i hate this

my waist is finally the size i wanted.
the dresses will fit now.

my life before wasn't right,
someone else's pace

now that it's all mine, i can't remember anything.
or, i remember things, but nothing seems to stick.

i metaphorize the world.
you were a bridge
i was a bridge
we are a forest
i am floating in an ocean

but really, the imagery is more beautiful illusion
exactly like the beautiful illusion of you and me
no more or less real, nothing to be held indefinitely