Was digging through my drawer, pulling out things, trying to pack for next week and I came across a bunch of old cards. From my birthday and Christmastime, 2003. The same words I was so used to reading, the familiarness was all there. I could still hear his voice too. How is that? They're solid on paper. Seemed so trusty and true. Now they're just what they were: words.
Kept the ones I wanted, tossed the ones I didn't. Stood in my living room and took it all in. Let the whirlwind swirl and settle. Goosebumps are still lingering. Everything is so vivid and far away, I feel as if I'm viewing things through the bottom of a glass. You know, where it's sorta clear in the middle but the edges are distorted and you can't see straight.
Time sure flies.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
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