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.