You remind me of someone I used to know.
Someone I used to love.
And that feeling is heavy and layered.
You frighten and allure me all at once, but I cannot evade your mystique.
Fear manifests itself in my history.
My moves have lost fluidity and settled for rigidity, knowing I’d ruin if I paced those same steps.
There’s something there.
I pray for the wisdom to detect the subtleties of comfort and proclivity.
Let my old soul guide my young body.
Let my young body carry my old soul.
Let me go.
Author: Danica Taylor
Apprentice Editor: Danica Taylor
Image: Andrew Reilly