one day i found it out of nowhere. it was just sitting there in one of my old boxes, a strewn away memory of my past. one of my poetry journals.
i once wrote often. everyday. that's all that mattered to me once. now it doesn't mean as much, but i do like to remember. and sometimes, just sometimes, i act upon those memories remembered.
so now i've tried to capture what i found that one day out of nowhere the best i can digitally. <more>