What would happen if one could see my mind? Wierd question that is for homework, don't you think? Well, probably nothing cause my mind is not too interesting for others to see. I am a fine teenager living out my best life. My life is going so well that I don't feel sad now. That's a great thing, right? But oh well, I won't want anyone to see my mind, though, because sometimes it gets a little restless. Wierd thoughts come to me from time to time, thoughts that should not come. Oh, but that does not matter cause I am fine. Right?

I used to move through things without really stopping. Days came and went, and I let them. It was easier that way. Nothing asked too much of me, and I didn't ask much back. If something slipped away, I told myself it was fine. Most things are. Somewhere along the way, though, I started noticing how quiet moments linger longer than they should. How certain thoughts don't disappear just because you ignore them. How even small things leave behind a shape when they're gone. I don't think I changed all at once. I'm still much the same. But, it was more like slowing down without meaning to. Letting my eyes rest on things for an extra second. Feeling something soften, just a little, before moving on. And I just wonder, when something small disappears from your days, do you feel it leave?

There was never anything remarkable about these days. Most of them slip away before we even notice. A conversation on a bus. Winter light resting quietly on a window. A stranger sitting across from you for a short while, then gone at the next stop. They remain only as long as memory allows And memory is never gentle for long. These pages are made from such passing things. Not because they were extraordinary, but because they were once ours. We wrote them down not to hold them still, but to let them linger a little longer than dewdrops on blades of grass. And if, for a moment, they feel like they might also belong to you, then perhaps they haven't entirely faded.