Aug 15, 2002 12:15
I'm bored and a little tired..
Memories, what are they? Nothing but things of the past tense, things done things seen, smelt and felt. Why do I crave them? The present turns to a distance light then fades to nothing, all I have now is the unwritten future and direct present. Perhaps one day I will remember the past, my past. Then again who needs it, I am where I am, as I am, when I am there. That is enough for me, the why and how