Jeremiah Kenzi

A life lived backwards

In the stillborn darkness, pursued relentlessly.

By quiet memories.

Fiercely poignant, echoing through halcyon days past. Surreal landscapes towering with sculptures of lives and loves barely recognizable. Questions searing the chaos of a disturbed mind, adding a violent turbulence that doesn’t ebb.

Or flow.

People and places and times elastic. Smiles and laughs that stretch for eternity and yet… are gone, in the blink of an eye. What is this place, that hauntingly calls out in pain and woe?

This is a sadness that has no end. This is a life lived backwards, filled with regret and longing for things past. And yet the now passes by.

Unnoticed.

Blurred by tears and mists of a time shrouded behind iron walls, built brick by brick, cemented with love and anger and joy and hate and frustrations and a million more emotions hidden behind shining hazel eyes.

Faint whispers of dreams lost to forgotten and yet unforgettable pleasures. Persistent sunsets that are achingly… achingly beautiful.

Quiet memories. Of people and places and times yearned for, and yet…

Forever gone.