Monday, 10 December 2012


I'm glad I don't 
write a journal any more
for it would just be filled
with flaw after flaw

I'm glad I no longer
dwell in my forgotten days.
I'm glad I no longer 
dwell on my rotten old ways.

I'm glad nothing ever lasts
I'm glad memories fade fast
faster now I don't write them down...
Life is not a tape
 to be wound and rewound
I finally found 
myself understanding
what he meant.