I was looking through my old poems – for nostalgia’s sake, if nothing else.

It seems amazing that it’s been almost four years since I started posting here. That I can look back through a telescope at those things that happened so long ago. It almost makes me want to write a poem. But somehow it seems that a feeling like this can’t be put very well into words.

Anyway, I think it’s great that some of my – and your – favorites are from a younger idealist me. I find that now it is a struggle to see the ever changing world as I did back then. I think it’s the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced, being able to see so much about my past self and how that past self saw the world.