Past present tense?
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
Out of sudden, after many years of no calls, no nothing, some - and many a few of my past favorite faces came crushing back into my life.
Good.
Bad.
I miss something about the old me. Sometimes I sit and I ponder if that freedom killed me or made me? Who am I today anyway? Who have I been? Who was I?
Suddenly I just feel this sense of wanting to go back there, when it was just me and my bottle of Jack, and many Moet as I poured myself silly, dancing all night, losing myself in many fives I could count. I'd then just wake up not remembering a thing and do it all again.
Good.
Bad.
And then out of sudden, I remember things I don't want to, or try to recall the past events just so I can create the memories and keep them somewhere in this current box.
Suddenly, that old song puts a smile on my face. That picture keeps me on edge.
I was so different.
I was so lost.
I was so happy.
I was so.... not me, today.
But the good thing is, something, something you just know. It is that simple. If it is, it is. If it's not, it's just not.
