Journaling Journey
There are days that I forgot about.
Days that still astonish me.
All those little catastrophes.
Scribbles and capital letters.
There were days that are blank.
That were joyous and engrained.
Or wallowing.
Or maybe I was just on some vacation.
Setting the journal aside in frustration sometimes.
Or moments of writing that were compulsive.
I might still have that first page somewhere…
If I could just read that again…
I bet it was sunny.
But I simply forgot.
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