how freaky to see yourself in an anonymous "vintage" photo. makes you wonder what else is out there on all of us.
i once found a yearbook photo of mine online and some present day twerp was mocking the cool fashions i was wearing that were the height of style at the time. i felt the same sting from the mockery - decades later - as i used to get in middle school when being taunted. no wonder i always hated having my photo taken.
As my life goes on I believe somehow something's changed
Something deep inside...
I've been searchin so long to find an answer
Now I know my life has meaning
Now I see myself as I am, feeling very free...
When my tears have come to an end I will understand
What I left behind: a part of me. Chicago