Hindsight from Hedera by Isaac Vallentin

Time: we don’t waste time. It’s happening on my mind, but I’ll wait on you. Time: let it go this time, feeling I’m deprived of letters to glue. You’ll go, you’ll find someone to be Anna, likely. It’s all laid out—means heaven for you. Down: camera pans down. We fall through the ground, and only then I look through the glass—for a moment, reflections passed. My eyes no longer even care; for the past is a story thought to be true, when Anna was left and bent for you. In hindsight—remember hindsight? A million watts, a bright light on a fragment of a memory. In hindsight, I’d say you’re right: I waste my life chasing something only I can see.

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