Just stumbled upon some stuff on my pen drive, from a year ago April -
just before I came out to Seattle. Wow. Memories, still fresh in my
head, bring back the grief of things (and people) lost... and some deep
connections that are as fresh now as they were when they started.
And of course, it's my luck to have such intensity on a Monday - makes
my head scream to even open that box. Maybe someday I'll learn to leave
well enough alone, to leave the memories lying there, in the box where I
stored them, and not take them out, so as not to dredge up the emotions
that're with it. Good and bad - the intensity can be almost painful,
but still I keep going back. Yeah... someday. Sure. Right.
(If none of this makes any sense, don't worry. It makes sense to me,
and that's pretty much all that matters, for this entry.)When you're done with being beautiful and young,
When that course is run, then come to me. -- BNL( Collapse )