I have been writing some entries on my phone and everything looks okay. Then I hit publish. Then I go to view and there is no spacing. Drives me batty.
Which is why I am going it old school … as in desktop.
I am in a reminiscing mood. I was thinking about a friend who wrote a very special note to me to commemorate our graduation. I do not remember the exact words but I thought it could have been in my yearbook. I could not remember which year though so I looked at all of them and cannot find it. More driving me batty.
Then I read a comment on my V/R post about passing notes. Ah ha! I think maybe her words are in a hand written letter. You see back in the olden days people wrote letters to each other. Shocking I know. But true!!
If B was not asleep, I’d go into our closet and into my trunk and get my box of letters. I am a pack rat extraordinaire but not as much as before the incident because after that happened, I went minimalist. If I saved something you know it was very special.
My friend was super creative, smart, and funny. I miss her bunches. The words she wrote over 35 years ago capture my thoughts this night almost exactly. Damn I wish I could find it.
Something about being my fists to kick some ass and being my ears to listen to my secrets. So very poetic and deep. Well as deep as a teenager might be. I am exploding with secrets y’all and I fear I might burst. But I want to keep them to myself. But I don’t. But I do. But I don’t. But I do.
Damn I feel better. Forget shake it off. Just write it out.
Not sure if it was the writing that helped or maybe the pill I took in Ibiza is finally kicking in? No worries either way. Both are prescribed.
As always, more to come.
P.S. I wonder if anyone will understand my title. My own attempts at creativity. Plus I needed to rid myself of the Mike Posner ear worm.