it's difficult to comprehend
the years.
the passing of others.
the collected memories
that are vivid
still.
hard to gather it all
together and come to some
conclusion.
it's a book with lots of pages,
chapters, getting
thicker.
you write it, you read
it, you go back sometimes
to make it
better than what it was.
who's to say no?
it's your book.
you can do whatever you want
with it.
Tuesday, October 4, 2016
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