Flipping through virtual pages of time,
2013
2014
2015
2016
2017
2018
2019
Each entry noting events that happened or maybe just inside my head.
"Such an emotional being when I write..." I thought to myself as I am immersed in lines texts of the past.
Has much changed? Yes, and no.
Have I changed? I don't think so.
Could you be a bit more certain? Maybe.
(Someone is peeking over my shoulder, curious.)
Because this is the me from now writing to my future self, I stay 100 percent real, 100 percent present, or I would feel too guilty that I couldn't even be true to me. I still dream and let my mind wander off a thousand miles from Earth. But even those dreams stay on my scale, and not some lunatic murmur invented for the pleasure of others.
Time is slipping through my fingers, but I don't hang on to it either. I let it flow past me, leaving my next day clean and fresh. Maybe wishes for improvement, but never any regrets.
I'm now brushing away the cobwebs and giving the screen a good shine.
What makes a good writing I don't know. Lot's of reading and lots of practise people say, I guess this is a start.
My concerns in life usually evolve around the ingredients I need for whipping up the next meal. And then I fantasize about the first bite for the whole day, it's insane. And once the fantasy get's fulfilled at 8pm, I start all over again.
As usual, I bundle together racing thoughts on to one page and try to make sense of things.
It usually doesn't. It's okay. I'm still impressed by you, brain.
What makes a good writing I don't know. Lot's of reading and lots of practise people say, I guess this is a start.
My concerns in life usually evolve around the ingredients I need for whipping up the next meal. And then I fantasize about the first bite for the whole day, it's insane. And once the fantasy get's fulfilled at 8pm, I start all over again.
As usual, I bundle together racing thoughts on to one page and try to make sense of things.
It usually doesn't. It's okay. I'm still impressed by you, brain.
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