Nostalgia Camera Obscura
It first began looking, at my great grandparents, in old pictures albums or on the wall, so I did not understand longing, for simpler times or why, I would think I would see a picture of me there. I would always look but never seeing me. It never stopped me from looking, when I was young, looking for myself. The times were simpler but not easier, as the black and whites, showed the hardness of the times, written on their faces each line or scar. Written for all to see, yet I looked for me back then. It was strange, I know; but with imagination of a child in the heroic sense. How life could have been, so much better then and what a hero I could have been.Whether, medieval or cowboy or war days, that is where I played. In retro seeing me line and scars in black and white all the battles one
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