Scrolling past through my tumblr likes was a big throwback. And I like that. The scents and feels of flattering images on how I was and what I did or what used to be my obsessions. Some still going strong. Some faded slowly and left blurry images all over my memory, but not yet ghosts. There were pictures of skies. Dark blue with heavy clouds, black and white fading stars, pink and light orange with a view of summer haze. Another was snowy and softly lit up by the morning sun.
Further down, fashionistas smile with their long blond hair and straight white teeth, holding cold glasses with variously colored liquids inside. Branded bags, shoes, and jewelry captured by an expensive camera in an equally expensive cream room. Flowers all over a wooden table, candles, a man and woman exchanging rings and grins.
Scroll again, and I found quotes of my favorite poets, gifs of my favorite people, and another, and another. Things I would hate to pass by. Things I would hate to slip away from my grip.
We sure love life, aren't we?
While this life is not where we belong.
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