Time passages
Sometimes, it all feels new. I look around, as if taking in the changes around me all at once, and the shock feels like the backfire of a powerful rifle. My shoulders are strong enough to bear that now, and yet sometimes, I long for the fragility of childhood and adolescence. Sometimes, I wish I could turn back the clock to years and years ago. Sweet seem those times now, and I do not know if that is a tint bestowed upon my past by nostalgia, or if it is the bittersweet dregs of that drink that constitutes adulthood. I look at my aging parents withering away, and sometimes I cannot stand to see it. I would give away all my youth in exchange to see them as they once were, strong and capable, cheerful and resilient. But such is the carnage of time, one's youth is traded away for another's, and who am I to question what is inevitable? I look at this house that I have inhabited for the better part of two decades now, and the visuals that come to my mind are as fragrant as the jasm