Imagine if we could only recognise a person by the clothes that they most recently wore
Tomorrow a green shirt confuses
a different hairstyle obscuring the countenance we once thought we knew
appearance
to be the only indicator of another’s identity
how funny
how stupid
how small
to judge another on anything at all
other than this omnipresent moment
for aren’t we all
just
souls
that forgot our original faces
*Header photo (by me) a tumble weed comes to rest temporarily on a fence. By the next day it was gone, moved on, as had the thoughts of it in my head that sprang to mind when I took the photo.
