I have these old journals.
They have traveled from
house to house,
digs to digs,
casa to casa.
I looked over a few of them this morning.
Some of the funniest shit I've ever read.
I started writing in them when
I was 10 years old.
Oh, for the love of puberty.
I wrote of first loves, lost loves,
unrequited loves. I'm sure it
was therapeutic although it reads
quite pathetic.
I wrote of parents who were
so unfair. Of siblings, who were cruel.
I wrote of birthday wishes, of
Christmas gifts, and how my day went
at school.
I have been keeping a journal off
and on for years.
My writing has improved
somewhat since the 1980's.
My punctuation has taken a nose dive.
In the future, I'll be quoting some of my favorite,
and some of my least favorite entries.
3 comments:
tesla and footloose ... word.
It's so nice to see a comment here and there, even though I didn't think anyone would read this. Brings a smile every time. Thank you.
Great writing - I love to read it. I was reading some old journals not too long ago and was trying to figure out who I was writing about, I also "forgot who I will never forget". I'm not sure if my writing has improved since the early 90's though.
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