Thanks to the continued uncertainty of my living situation, I am yet again sifting and sorting through my belongings to “hopefully” downsize again. During this process, I have come across various papers, journals, and notes of thoughts I’ve written down over the past eight years. As I look at these snippets of my thoughts, I think to myself and say, “self, you wrote this?!” lol! I think I was attempting to channel the poetic vibes of Love Jones  as witnessed below:

September 4,2014 11:16 PM

My Thoughts

Why is it so hard to not be selfish?

They say if you love something, you should let it go and if it’s meant to be it will comeback to you…

But why do you have to let it go first? Why can’t the love be enough to make it stay?

When you become selfless,

Love ends up being just a memory of color, light, sound, smell, taste….

The problem is the fact that memories fade. They last only with diminishing details. What was once crystal clear becomes faded memories of the love you were supposed to let go in the hopes

he’ll return…

 

Fast forward three years later…..

Welp in the end…love truly ended up being faded memories. No use in crying over spilled milk…lol! (although I’m sure I probably did cry, if only for a moment) 🙂

Writing is so therapeutic! 🙂