Took a break from writing new things to look through the stacks and stacks of old things I have written, or started writing. Looking back and sometimes my mind astounds me. Where some thoughts spring from is easy to recall when I look at the date I put on the page. But some I forget to date and I struggle to pull up the memory that it spawned from. Sometimes writing even more than pictures and video is a brilliant walk down memory lane.
Am finding a bunch of drawings too. Makes me really miss sitting quietly in a room with my closest friends each just lost in their own little world of paper and pencil and music.
I miss far too many things.
And by things, I mean moments and people...
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