Another snippet from "Back-wise" : More Proof I was onto "something" in my earlier life.

I couldn't sleep the other night, so I decided to go through what I call the "binder of love."

It was a binder I found in January of this year that my father had kept. It is full of all the print-outs that he deemed worthy to keep. Ha. That says a lot, because he was not (at least on first blanch) a sentimental guy.

I remember writing two poems for a friend who's grandfather had just died. I, in typical bleeding-heart and over-identifying or being empathetic and not knowing it, I scurried to a journal and wrote two poems for him.  This, I find hilarious considering he wasn't an emotional guy, nor did he have the patience to actually finish reading one of the many poems I probably sent that poor sucker.

Anyway, all that aside. The poems "The Shell" and "Life's Proclamation" aren't too shabby. I get it now, I don't remember getting it then? Maybe I did? Or pretended I did? I'm not quite sure as the way life has turned out lately, anything is possible, and I'm not really good at giving myself credit, so I'm going with : I was twenty-one and faking it. Maybe...

So...Yeah.  That was a fun find.

Carry on, friends and foes. Get out there and write. Get out there and live. Life is fleeting and fast.


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"Shimmer with a smile. Life is hard, bloom anyway."

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