Tag: identity

Before and After Me

A stack of photographs lie on the floor. I pick one up. A girl. She is smiling and she is happy. There is laughter in her eyes. She is loud and bold. She is bright and colourful. Vibrant.

She is me, but I hardly recognise her.

She is me.

Before.

I pick up the next one. There is a smile, but the eyes are different. She holds a knowledge in them now, a certainty that the world is little bit worse than she feared. Her light has tapered off.

She is me as I am now.

She is me.

After.

via Daily Prompt: Taper