I write tonight, and for the first time, I write because I want to, not because I have to. I WANT to tell you. Words are having a party in my heart, or maybe in my head. I can’t exactly tell at the moment I’m sorry but it’s so loud, they’re so loud. They’re dancing, singing, drinking & jumping around. Perhaps they’ll go silent in an hour, or twenty four or maybe in a week or much more, but tonight, they’re happy. Tonight, they celebrate the beauty & wonder that is them. And assuredly unbothered, tonight, I stay up with them, to gaze & admire.
Do you ever wonder if any of the old memories you have aren’t really moments you retrieve but ones that your mind has created? Or do you wonder how many actual memories your mind managed to suppress, if any? Do you ever wonder what deep dark secrets your parents, grandparents, uncles or aunts have that no one knows about? Who they were & what mistakes they’ve done long before your existence? Or do you wonder how different your personality might be had you been raised slightly different or in another country or even city or if you simply mingled with different people? Does any of this keep you up late at night?