Past
I spend some nights on sites like Tumblr, scrolling through pictures posted or stolen from other people, and look for tiny hints that remind me of something in my past. Maybe a shade reflected on someone's cheekbone or an arm placed in some way that I've seen before. Maybe a cabin I've never seen on a misty mountaintop I've watched a thousand times before. A collarbone. A tattered piece of paper. Some pictures I'm randomly drawn to, or suddenly feel connected to, like they were from my past instead of someone else's. Like some vision so distant in the past that I can never find proof I was actually there, except for that tiny recognition in my heart.