silly me,reading over the yesteryears...my words are all cynical,cleared of mis begotten failures but jaded none the less.I remember the youth that trails behind my ever changing hairstyles. Yet we pick up where we left of...surviving on the morsels that futures collide on.My body feels strange ,not the friend I remember,never the joy it used to bring me.We are the past it says,the layers speak of life lived and forgotten ..it can never be taken off it says..they live forever.The mistakes you make,the love you felt the, poeple that leave a imprint on your soul and body live on forever in those layers.

Silly me thinking I could forget.