free thought randomness

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It’s funny how

time

can refresh the skin.

It’s funny how

time

can bring insight into our stories.

It’s funny how

time

can take the back seat

forcing some moments to last forever.

They don’t, they never do.

But sometimes they can feel like forever,

stretching on and on and on,

and I begin to wonder if anything will ever change.

Sure things always change.

I grow into this beautiful woman and self,

collecting myself in this life

like a really fuck!ng good story,

but residuals of unkempt stories linger

like broken strands of fabric frayed

by their unending-ness.

I wear these unfinished stories like

oily skin, self-doubt pimpled on the cheeks.

Then,

one moment,

random

and not planned

turns the tables,

and

I can see

what those strands are good for.

It’s funny

how random conversations

with random friends

can take

time

out of the back seat

we begin to drive somewhere else.

I did not plan this change,

did not even expect it could happen,

but here I am

exfoliated

by it.