A walk down memory lane. That's exactly what I did today. I took a trip down to the storage room, originally to find all of my poems so I could start compiling them, and found myself in that room for an hour or so reading notes and notebooks and staring at pictures of old friends. It scared me, gave me the chills, made me laugh, tear up, it was surprising.
Journals from the past. Writings that still tell truth. Some words betray their meanings. Images from past times. Laughing, big smiles, making memories. Now they feel different. Bitter sweet that is.
That walk is a reminder.
Of what, I don't know yet.
I'll figure that out later.
I choose, now, to forget.
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