leticia

it is funny to come to an old place with old friends and have a new brain. the cells remember, the dna remembers, the heart and lungs remember, even the toes and the touch. but all that is left up in the attic is an echoe, a glimmer, a shimmer, a pindrop in the bucket of water of mind that has been drenched and drained a thousand times scince i last walked through your door. so your kids and your life and all of the new things as well as all the old things are news to me. start at the beginning. start at the end. start in the middle. make up something new. it is all okay because i can't tell anymore anyhow anyway anyone...just an echoe that knows that i once stood here with a beautiful girl, and the sun was probably bouncing off of your eyes just like that then too.