12StringDreams

12 String Dreams Journal
2001-09-23 09:39:10 (UTC)

Written Words

A word or two was written. Scribbled barely legibly on the
back of a past attempt to escape my lack of motivation. The
words came freely, like years ago, and I let them. Too
careful not to offend, too scared to not try.

From thoughts, to words, to thoughts again. The ideas
brought forth their own voice. Soft at first, allowing the
memories to survive just above the surface. Growing louder
as I realize it's not the memories but the fact that I have
them.

I remember most of the things I've done. I've forgotten
some of the things I regret doing, and I hate the things I
never tried. The latter list grows shorter with each
passing moment.




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