Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.
— Oscar Wilde.
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Do You Remember
Do you remember feeling young and like the world was so big and nothing outside of your space even mattered to you Do you remember wanting to grow old but deeply knowing it wasn't as safe and wasn't as sure as being young Do you remember that moment when your youth escaped you and you felt it leave never returning Do you remember understanding responsibility no win situations consequences and loss Do you remember feeling young? 12.19.2019
Who are you?
This is a question I have asked myself alot through the years….
I am not who I was when I was seven. I am not who I was when I was fifteen. I am not who I was last year, or even yesterday.
But the thing that has remained steady, is the love I have for writing. Composing sentences, paragraphs, stories, poetry – but also writing in and of itself. It soothes me when my heart is crying.
- the swell of ink and the scratch of lead
- the smooth trustworthiness of crisp white and the familiar but imperfect texture of recycled sheets
- the loops and swirls of cursive
- the bold straight lines and perfect round balls of manuscript
- and the lazy way I can intermingle the styles to be my own
Sometimes, I tell my story. Sometimes, I imagine. Sometimes, I remember.
Always, I feel.
I hope you will feel with me….
