I like flicking through my old journals.
Not to read or dwell on anything, but because they’re so full of words. The pages are overflowing with my thoughts, and I find that fascinating. I also really want to know what ten words I use the most, and would those ten words vary between journals?
(This is in the same category as wanting to know how many peas I’ve eaten in my life, and how many more? Have I eaten more than half the peas I ever will, or am I only a quarter of the way through?)
On that note, a poem;
Or timing life
Clocks keep ticking