Not spared

The bones heirloomed beneath the lilac roots, the gypsum flakes clinging to their rock companions crave attention, sunlight glinting off, it taps into my peripheral vision, an intruder of sorts. And everything we thought we were, wandering past the lost barrio and into warehouse-land. We’re on the outskirts now, leaving everything we know behind, and the grass sprouting the sidewalk cracks reminds of how we used to be. See through the nostalgia to a place where reminiscing is painless.


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The bones heirloomed beneath the lilac roots, the gypsum flakes clinging to their rock companions crave attention. Sunlight glints off, it taps into my peripheral vision. And everything we thought we were, wandering past the lost barrio and into warehouse-land. In the daylight these empty buildings seem like abandoned fortresses, yet when they are in use they exhibit a beauty, as if they have accomplished all they need to in life. We’re on the outskirts now, leaving everything we know behind, long gone are the days of hide and go seek, finger painting and pointless fights that are resolved in minutes. The grass sprouting through the sidewalk cracks reminds of how we used to be. See through the nostalgia to a place where reminiscing is painless.