Because I need to write these days in the same way that I need to breathe, because today has been different and because I like rules, but not too many, here’s my first (and not my last) entry into the dVerse Open Link. In honour of everyone who has lived a life.
The Old Life
Today, we reminisced about old times: Remember when and I’d forgotten how and Can you really believe?
Today, we laughed about how they looked down on us and sneered at our clothes and told us to behave.
And yet as we shared our memories of a hotel with ideas above its station, I held a picture in my mind’s eye of a carefree girl with curly brown hair. Giggling, wearing a shapeless shirt and those jeans with the broken zip.
And I wonder where she went. And I wonder. And I wonder.