Places We've Been

I wrote this close to a year ago in observance of two lives intersecting at the most interesting points. It was almost as if these people were trading places, having started out their lives on completely opposite ends. They were going full circle, just in different directions.

It's just that kind of strange, misty, inspiringly mesmerizing moment where you would much rather just ponder and write in gritty nostalgia than actually go into the clear details of who, what, where, when and how, as one looks up, and he looks down. Once upon a time, she was looking down, but now she understands, and there was a time that he knew, but now he is forgetting.

Know what I mean?

Places We've Been