My eyes opened at five forty this morning. I got out of bed, left the house, and went on a two hour walk. I thought of summer mostly, and all the things I've ever done and wanted to do, and every night I've spent running around under the stars.
I've tried to collect memories throughout my entire life. That's why I wear this ring. But lately I'm afraid I'm forgetting moments, the good times, even songs I used to know. I try to document my life, but I'm spread out all over the place. I always have a notebook with me, and I write down everything that streams through my head. I have this blog, and Tumblr for inspirational photos. I take videos sometimes, but I don't have a place to put them.
I try to be one of those who lives their life and doesn't just endure it. I try to say yes; to everything if I can. But what does any of this mean, when I wake up one day and I don't remember this time, I don't remember that summer; what if I don't remember my first kiss or the boy it was shared with?
One day I will live in that house. I will live in that house and it will be crowded and cluttered with every memory I've ever owned.
I'm going for another walk..
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