I thought back to my early twenties, the time when I had been fearless.
I remember laughing in the town center and staying up late at night, like a person I once knew who would hold out for her date.
The genuine intimacy of my generation was being changed as I strolled through the peaceful town center. It was a sight that felt familiar and yet strangely confused. It made me wonder about how much I would feel out of place at home.
As I walked through the quiet town center, I saw the genuine intimacy of my generation destroyed. I scrutinized each change: the shops were bright and new, but the roads looked like they had been built in 1987.
I realized that time had passed and that everyone I knew was different. What was perhaps even more shocking was how comfortable I felt with much of these changes, as though I'd known them for years. Yes, there were many differences, but we were all still the same in some ways. In fact, I realized it wouldn't be long before my comrade came to my home after work.
Knowing she was only a few hours away brought me immense joy.
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End of Rush Anthology
PoetryHave you ever felt so distracted by work that you had no time to enjoy your life? You've found that every day is a blur of deadlines and stress. Every evening you come home exhausted and ready to collapse, but still have to suffer through more work...
