Going thru boxes of my yesterdays and finding things I still don't consider lost. My past in pages, movie stubs, boxes like cages. Names flash faces in my memory's mind’s eye. Clues, passages, pictures when once the future was nigh. And the poetry. Oh-god. The poetry. Someone hide the razorblades. Was my teenage angst really that parallel to Alanis Morisette's first album? Jagged Little Pill, when drugs were a thrill. Letters of love from past boyfriends. Pictures of school mates, friendship bracelets. All containing promises of Luv U 4ever. Yesterdays forever’s weren't as long as I thought. Congratulations of graduation, receipts from diners with shitty food. Memories I thought I'd all but smoked away in text books stolen from school. It's not reminiscing - just constantly wincing. The me today formed by that page in a journal - never thought 16 would end. A trip down memory lane I'd call it, but I don't remember. Just trinkets from a smaller life, hoping by now I would be a wife - did I ever think nicknames were really that cool? No regrets, no remorse, looking back at me looking forth. And as I sit here with my now self, concerned with only this moment, I can see in my future; a shower, a taco and a good night’s sleep.
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