I was looking for my diary
The one I wrote long ago
The one that described
The best year of my life
And I was so desperate
To find it, read it
Somehow transport myself
Back to that time again
Filled with pleasure
And peace, and people nearby
Who cared, who loved
Who made me smile
I at last found it today
After days of frantic searching
And hoping and dreaming
And anticipating the moment
I opened it, and found
The moments I was looking for
The moments I could infact
Live and die for
But I also found heartbreak
And bad decisions
And pain, and loneliness
And tears, and unrest
Maybe it wasn’t a perfect year
Maybe it is better now after all
And maybe, even amidst all
The misery of today
I have evolved, grown up
For the better.
Ashquill 