An old journal of a past summer

Dried flowers dubbed “An Original Journey”

Forgotten memories

A version of myself trapped in words hidden on a shelf

Used to be so passionate

So angry at the world

Yet so in love with it

Took a break from reality

To see family across the seas

Faded receipts and movie stubs

Plane tickets and pictures of friends never to be seen again

 

One day the words will fade

And so will the memory

That younger girl lives on

As history repeats itself

 

Sketches and watercolor paintings

Old beliefs reimagined through time

If she was released from her paper prison

Would she be disappointed in how she changed?

Would she be happy that she learned grief?

Inspired that she was on a different path? 

Growth doesn’t ride on the wings of time

It hacks through the path of change

She is a painting

Developed with every brushstroke

But no matter where change brings her

She is still art

 

One day the words will fade

And so will the memory

That younger girl will guide every brushstroke

As history repeats itself