Its funny, the words you type at one point in your life can kinda…fall from your present truth so suddenly and easily.
I’m not saying all of it fell, but I think they just call that life. Makes me wonder why I bother writing anything down in the first place.
Well, for records. Just like my tattoos… I like to keep records and maps of where I’ve been so I can look back and remember how I got to where I am. Maybe most people don’t need the reminders… maybe a lot don’t want them. But I do.
I’ve mentally gone back a few years in the last month or so. Gone back, thought, revisited. So many souls in and out of my life…its a constant flux and sometimes I miss them when they leave. Sometimes I’m really glad they’re gone.
I know one can’t plan anything in life…so I’ve given up on that completely. I will continue to write whatever happens to be my current truth but I think its safe to say nothing stays constant and I won’t pretend it ever will. It makes life complicated in a good way, I suppose.
No good reason for this BS post. Just needed to put something new up tonight. It felt necessary.