The sun comes up. The sun goes down.
Random memories suddenly ignite somewhere inside my mind.
Thoughts of you long ago. But I have forgotten your name.
I can only remember the weather from that day.
Partly cloudy with a light breeze coming from the west.
I am always facing west. With the wind in my face.
With that, another random memory bursting inside my mind.
The day I used the "F" word for the first time.
I was young. Too young to even know what I had said.
I remember my mother coming out of the house yelling.
It was a bright sunny afternoon. No wind. No clouds.
The sun comes up. The sun goes down.
7.13.2009
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