I walk backwards

I have since birth

I fear what’s behind

I never stood how I wanted to

I wasn’t allowed

I didn’t let myself

I am an almost old man

I hunch, heavy I stand

The train never came

I see before me

The past, dressed in comfort

With a smile and melancholy eyes

She comes toward me

Tears start to form in my throat

Don’t know why

She speaks

The sound of tigers, men and insects

Inhale every scent

A light kiss on the cheek

Salty the taste

Of memory

She said to listen

And shut my eyes

She leaves

I do, I listen

And from behind

The wind

I never noticed

Tigers, men an insects.

My perception of myself. My negativity comes out as optimism for the future and a love for the past. We have not made the progress we would have liked and i cried and feared it for most of my life. We almost ended up killing all species on earth, we broke out in war, the human project is scarred. Now, in the year 2060, I realize that it still wasnt the end. Beauty can be found forward and behind. Nothing was like we were told and now we look back at our mistakes and achievements, Unready but at peace.

Inspiration: Optimists and people who fight even when the battle seems lost. Do you remember The Shire, Mr. Frodo?

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