Yi Yi

we get to witness what life was like before—what our forefathers experienced before digital age had gone on. living with our parents—our whole family even is something a desire i hold so dear for it brings comfort that i’ll never be alone. it is the only collectivism i’d say.  that boy resembles me in so many ways—his inquisitive mind, his innocence, his child senses—as trivial as it sounds, the things he asked to his father spurred a convoluted monologue because i’m just seeing half of the truth for i have no visual senses behind my body and the adult me would’ve never thought of it.