Berlin Wall Circa 2018

I always return to familiarity; the same points in a magic city, the same chipped tooth smiles, the broken love of old flames. Unknowingly, in most cases. Alas, like bench marks in life, or good savepoints in video games. As if a migrating beast. As if a engineer of dreams in Inception.

The past is very real for me.

It's needed for me.

A compass to assist the projection of dancing feet, for me.

Even in the rare findings that I rule my stay in familiar town concluded, and I wish to overstay my welcome elsewhere. There are parts of me that refuse to lift, nor close doors and gates to yesterday....to what I've grown so used to. This feeling both offers great strength and fragility. In one scenario I'm unaware of every twist and turn in familiar town, on the other I'm quite bored.

Berlin you are a mix of both (moreo the former), ole gal.

In moments I feel a stranger me, an alien in my own body, I can find me, a more glorious version, in elderly sightings. Places that aren't behind me, nor a front, not even necessarily within, but they do exist. Whether upon a field of dreams, or interdimensional, they exist as powerful reference.

*Hands To Heart*