Reminiscing about a life
past while my pen scratches
over the beige, lined paper of a little notebook, is like
writing about someone I no longer know. A young girl, then a young woman who has stayed perpetually young
but doing increasingly grownup things. Getting a new job here or there, new friends in all the same places.
Really just a wander through the years as if they really happened.
And maybe they did and my memory is telling me the truth of it.
“Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them.”
~ Bob Dylan
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