Looking down memory lane
I took a look in my memories today, the posts I thought worthy of saving and putting in a special place. And I realized as I read through the dark items, the happy items, the sad ones and erotic ones that I'm no longer the same person I once was. I've lost a lot of things and I keep coming back to that same statement... Always coming back to all the stuff I've lost and not looking at all the things I've gained.
I think its because I don't know how to give up all of the things I've lost and given up in the process of living my life.
I'm not the same person... I'm not even close anymore. I am a distant relic of a time that once was... I don't think it's exactly evolving, just stepping to the side and not necessarily improving or going back the way I came.
I'm not better because of everything that's happened to me. I'm not a better person, writer, mother, or lover. But I'll never be the same again and sometimes, even though I hold her in my arms, all I can do is cry and wish I could just get over it all.
I think its because I don't know how to give up all of the things I've lost and given up in the process of living my life.
I'm not the same person... I'm not even close anymore. I am a distant relic of a time that once was... I don't think it's exactly evolving, just stepping to the side and not necessarily improving or going back the way I came.
I'm not better because of everything that's happened to me. I'm not a better person, writer, mother, or lover. But I'll never be the same again and sometimes, even though I hold her in my arms, all I can do is cry and wish I could just get over it all.