MINUSCULE MEMOIRS

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one | dates

" going down the same path following the blooms of spring "

i opened the brown leather journal, the one gifted to me on my thirteenth birthday. at that time i didn't quite understand the words spoken to me with this journal, 'us it to fill those empty spaces'

but now i can say i have understood, felt, and devised those spoken words very well

as i skimmed through the eggshell-colored pages, the specific dates on the top of each page taking me through different phases of mine at different times

introducing me to myself once again

making me recollect those long-gone moments once again, no matter good or bad. it feels like walking down the same road i did many years ago unaware of the twists and turns but this time i knew

howbeit repeating the same mistakes just to feel content and complete again

i knew. i knew the spring breeze will take the blooms away with itself when the spring ends leaving me with only the sweet essence of the flowers of that lovely spring as dates

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