So,I was looking for something the other day and I stumbled upon/across a few old things. Letters. Pictures. Memories.
My heart beat a little faster. I found poetry. Yes people! I was a writer. Some fuckin mediocre shit and then some classic shit!
I also found 2 letters written by my mom. To give you an indication of how old this is – one letter was sent via fax!!!!!!
I found some sketches! Yet another surprise! I sketched ; outfits. I loved creating new things and I easily became frustrated but it was something that gave me peace. I even cut up a pants of mine and made a dress. I stitched by hand but I was happy with the outcome. I found alot of other memories in my search. Pictures of the old me. My heart did not ache for that life,my heart ached for that body again. My heart ached for a chance to see a dear friend again. My heart ached for the time I had then. My heart ached for the memories.
It was good though. I can’t wait to find more memories and I can’t wait to go through the memories I’ve already found.
Memories. They just show you how far you’ve come