worthlessnights
I love looking back over words I have written. Hindsight and the passage of time often adds new complexities to what, at the time, might have seemed normal or routine. I think of my life at the time, the people I loved, the days that felt lighter than air and the times I didn't feel like getting out of bed. Creative works are like a window into the past, like starlight just reaching earth a thousand years after the gaseous ball puffed up and flared out.