It has been so long since the last time I looked at my sister’s painting on the wall of the living room. Pink roses surrounding a blue woody door. It didn’t change, except the fact that it is so dusty now. It has been so long since I have seen the chickens in the garden. There are fewer chickens now but the garden didn’t change at all.
It has been so long I did not stay alone at home and notice these small details that remind me of old time, when I was still young and full of hope. It has been so long I did not contemplate my fears, my failures, my life …. Myself … Nothing changed, yet everything seems different … Nothing changed but me.
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