Sheet.
I’ll skip the apology for not posting in a while. Sheet. I did.
Today I thought I’d write a thing oor memories. Memories capture everything we are in the recent past and also that, that are memories that are far, far from the present day.
If you’ve been following this blog you’ll know that I have found (as close as is one can get) to a stable state. And while stable sounds like a good place too be, it also means lucidity. A crystal clear mind. A 20/20 recollection of the past.
As much as I have tried to avoid writing this post for fear of self-aggrandizing I feel I cannot avoid it. My life is a movie. A flippant diary. It’s lit. It’s been fucking hard. And it’s been fun as fuck.
So today I write that the memories of my youth, my teens, my varsity life, are flooding in. Their flooding. Flooding so much that I am actually overwhelmed by them all.
The detail is scary.
So far, so good that they have been either boring or run-of-the-mill memories. But I’m scared. I’m dead scared that the scare me shitless memories are biding their time to slam me into a deep, dark place.
Terrified in fact.
That’s all. That’s all I have today.
