I have been reminiscing today. I found an old suitcase full of my poetry, songwriting, short stories, brian-storms, diaries and rejection letters that I have not seen for many years. I have spent the last few hours reading through them, laughing and cringing. I thought that the suitcase was lost when we moved to our current address, along with the rest of my past, but I found it buried beneath a pile of records on top of my wardrobe. The papers date back to my school days, with so many memories I would rather forget, but reading them only makes me appreciate the life that I have now. I wrote this when I was very young. It made me smile today...
Trip the colours; Catch the light,
Skip the hours through the night,
Ride the waves, the sunset blinds,
Let your thoughts guide you through time.
Pulse rate dances chill-out beats,
And visions enhance sweet deceits.
Even flow, I feel so dense,
Every movement; So intense.
I’m happy here on this cloud alone,
Drifting a hundred miles from home.
But morning nears, and I dread the land,
And all these thoughts get out of hand.
I am really happy to have found that suitcase as I lost it all once when my computer decided to blow up. I had spent hours copying it all onto my hard drive and did not back up my files. It broke my heart.
Skip the hours through the night,
Ride the waves, the sunset blinds,
Let your thoughts guide you through time.
Pulse rate dances chill-out beats,
And visions enhance sweet deceits.
Even flow, I feel so dense,
Every movement; So intense.
I’m happy here on this cloud alone,
Drifting a hundred miles from home.
But morning nears, and I dread the land,
And all these thoughts get out of hand.
I am really happy to have found that suitcase as I lost it all once when my computer decided to blow up. I had spent hours copying it all onto my hard drive and did not back up my files. It broke my heart.
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