subjective deviation

Visual by Kari

Visual by Kari

forgive me

eyes turn sloppy

at every nostalgic turn

in this choppy road

of ebbs and flows


sticky, it is

this realization

it effortlessly seeps

from polaroid pictures,

memories my phone created,

and my sister’s laugh


do i fear it?


is it more so an experience

essential for the mind

or a contaminating force

driving me back to the past?


to willingly give myself

to the nourishment of a heart

or

to willingly submit myself

to what has already happened


tender binds

and blurry lines

of where subjectivity

falls into place


learning that balance

is not something i can

from the future

nor present


to fully understand the deviation

i must submit to the past


running from that in which i must simultaneously return to