Staring back, reflecting and blink my eyes to focus on whats ahead on the road.
The images inside the rear view mirror of tragedies untold and small triumphs seem miniscule, but never out of sight.
Yet, there is a longing for those times to resurge and the people and places to come alive to you at your disposal; the fantasy and hope of taking whats good out of those days, and leaving the regrets behind rushes to you as you ponder what could have been.
- Hashim S.
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