Things That Found Me: One Life To Live

Friday, June 13, 2025

I went through few of my old things.

Something hit me...

Let's call it nostalgia, for I don't know a better or more appropriate word.

(Funny thing with words haan!)

Old notebooks from classes

Strange how I remembered the color of the ink each one was written in.

But didn't remember that

my handwriting was far better than

what it is now.

Preserved Letters

I still write letters but never realized

I used to write so much just a few years back.

What hindered me, if not the shadow

of my own thoughts?

Did I grow up ? But then what does

growing up even mean!

Tagged in as #UnsentLetters, they sent me

on a journey I never knew I needed.

Collection of leaves and the stories

I wrote about each one of them.

I remembered the stories, each one of them.

But strangely enough, I never realized I still would remember them...

even after all these years.

I remember the trees and how they looked.

What would they be doing now?

Would they remember me, or the leaves

they have parted ways since?

And the hundreds of drafts I will never post

I have nothing I could do for you

and words have gone haywire

in my existence now as I see each one of you

I wish we meet still,

perhaps in another dimension,

in another universe.

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