poetry i wrote last night

It's weird how a single taste can dance across my lips like it echos calls from a past life i might have lived. Somebody else i used to be. Something that once was.

No matter how you slice it, at the end of the day, i am a culmination of experiences that blend together on a canvas to create the explosions of colors that is me as a human.

And though, my visuals may be bright, and the hues may contrast each other, and the colors may not mesh together as well as originally perceived, they come together to form an entity that contains complexities wider than the imagination could ever believe.

It's not just colors, but sounds, and smells, and feelings as well. I feel like i am younger. I smell the air around me from when i was 10. I am transported back in time. Some people call it a flashback, but i call it a little taste of fantasy, where i get to teleport and redo whatever i please.

Change the words on the paper as they are being formed, and i am much more than my past. Much more than these experiences and colors and things i have felt. I have felt SO much over the years.

So much tiredness, so much loss, so much grieving and so much pain. But so much love, and so much light, and so much empathy, and so much being. human being.

I taste the familiar taste across my lips and i am transported back in once, and once again i wish that i could change my past, and once again i fantasize about what could have been