Ten years ago today I was at Pizza House
with friends and family and coworkers.
I still have the clothes I wore that day
and they still look new.
My reflection scares me a little bit.
Funny, I know.
But what I mean is that I feel like I look the same as I did then.
I should be grateful for that…and I am,
but it’s part of what makes me feel trapped.
In the past,
all those years ago,
I got stuck.
I’ve tried moving forward
with some amount of success
but eventually the anchor
prevented me from moving
anywhere beyond a certain point.
So I’ve been going back in time to free myself…
because nobody else will ever (could ever) save me.
It’s an appealing image.
The victim as cross dimensional savior of self.
Or maybe I’m just as crazy as he was
because I’m losing it in my old age.
Written by Jason Wright
August 12, 2014