Is it weird that I like to go back and read what I wrote? ...almost as if I didn't write it at all.
I found an old Jill Journal, circa 2002 and truth be told there is some REALLY interesting stuff inside, enough to write a book, perhaps. But whatever...
What was also pretty neat is that I found some "poetry" -if you can really call it that- but you know what, I'll let you be the judge for once. It will give myself a break from my own critical review.
"Sugar Plums"
03.30.03
I dare to dream that they surround us,
knowing in my heart, they are untouchable
Whispering and fantasizing
thoughts of their face, laugh and mood
Sometimes I swear they can hear me
yet other times I feel they have turned a deaf ear
They are here and there
scattered like fallen leaves in my mind
Visions... dancing through my head
and memories I shall always remember
~Elle