In 1997, I went to sleep.
In 2007, I woke up.
Stretched.
Got out of bed.
Looked around me.
The world has changed.
It feels different.
And I've forsaken my faithful blue-lined private journals, to type all these words on a keypad.
As real as reality tv.
I edit.
Shhh...come here, I'll tell you a secret.
(sotto voce) This is not really me.
But then, you probably figured that out by now, right?
4 comments:
this is mind bending :)
Haha.
I miss the life unedited.
Contemplating on keeping a bound journal...but they always seem to end up stored away in a box, only one page filled with high expectations.
Life unedited is wonderful. But then I keep revisiting memories and wishing I could edit them.
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