i love my lifebook. [must write again. remember: it's your answer to a poor memory.]
in what seems to be out of nowhere, this hits me.
the scabbed, borderless wanderer.
saved words hold snippets of the past. [and there are some you want to reinforce.]
“You don’t know how to be scared when young. You have all the confidence.”
and before i knew it, 3 months.
"the more you think about it, the further you go from the truth." [essence.]