I've spent a majority of this evening going through an old box of things I've saved over the years. There are photos from college, letters written me back in highschool that meant something at the time, little mementos from events I barely remember. It's weird looking at some of the stuff, wondering, why did I keep this? What was I not wanting to let go of at the time. In the mix I found a letter from a friend of mine that I'd completely forgotten about. He wrote me a letter because he was struggling with some decisions he was trying to make at the time, and thought putting them out on paper to a good friend would help him think through his choices. He didn't expect any advice from me, no real response, he just wanted to share it with me. I had an opinion for sure. I thought he had the opportunity to make a great decision, but felt he was leaning toward a very bad option instead. He wrote it during his senior of high school, one grade ahead of me. And after his graduation and he went off to college, or wherever he ended up, I never kept in touch with him, so actually have no idea how his decision turned out. I don't even remember his last name any more and after looking in the year book, I didn't find him listed. He was never the type to show up for pictures so that doesn't surprise me, but my chances of tracking him down are pretty much gone. A part of me isn't sure if I really want to know what he ended up doing. It would be great if he chose plan A, but what if he'd chosen the more likely, and more damaging in my opinion, plan B, would I feel any better knowing about it? It's not like I could help advise him now. I think I'll just hope for the best and leave it at that.
On a different note, I also came across some old poems I hadn't seen in a LONG time. There's several that I'd forgotten I'd written, and at the time, they seemed so powerful, but now that I've moved on, they seem like someone else must have written them. Here's a couple I found that were worth sharing. Most of the ones I found were either love poems or "I'm sad, poor me" poems.
1-10-2000
After a long day and the sun has gone to rest,
I lay down on my bed and bring the sheets up to my chest.
Drifting off to sleep I begin to dream,
Entering the world where nothing's what it seems.
For, in my dreams I have the body that I want.
And in my dreams, I'm everything I'm not.
In my dreams, I can fall and not get hurt.
In my dreams, I can freely laugh and flirt.
I can be the person I want to be.
Everybody I love, all love me.
In my dreams, all my dreams have come true.
For in my dreams, I even have you.
In my dreams, I always know just what to say.
In my dreams, everything seems to go my way.
Then the sun awakes and I find myself lying in bed alone.
All the things I dreamed of are now gone.
I go to work and think of when I can go home
And start my dream again.
1995
I am the princess maiden warrior from the island to the west.
I am searching deep in the jungle to complete my final quest.
To seek the truth, find the treasure, and earn my precious prize.
To do what's right and kill all wrong and be carried to the skies.
(See, I've had my name a long time :) )
On a final note, here's a pic I found. No way to explain it.
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