Time Breaks

At 29 years old, Sameen still felt 23.
Sometimes he felt 20.
Often times he even felt 13, as if
Every single age he’d ever been had
Folded into itself like a tree trunk
Expanding outwards rather than up.

Truly, age is just a number but not
The way pedophiles mean it to mean—
Rather, time moves forward in a single breath,
Not punctuated by years, by age,
Or by human sensibilities. That old man
Over there, slowly crossing the road,
To the ire of jammed cars trying not to honk
Was once a child running after stray dogs
And that child is still within him; that old man
Is simply what grew around the child.

At 29 years old, Sameen is not just 29
But also 28, 27, 26, 25, 24, 23, 22, 21, 20,
19, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10,
9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, yes, he is all these ages
Wrapped around each other until
Wrapped so tight he ceases life.



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Written on 2025-11-22 at 16:33

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Truly, age is just a number but not
The way pedophiles mean it to mean—

i found that funny, dark humor

but how I felt younger is old history for me

thank you for sharing
2025-11-22