November 17th, 2013, 10pm

It was 27°C with few clouds. The breeze was gentle.

All these notes that I keep writing
What is going to be their purpose after I’ve left
Is this the way I want to remembered…. that the people who love me will able to relive the kind of person I was.
Then it’s awkward what I write in my notes - It’s nothing about memories… My notes are full of thoughts….
It’s nothing like my father’s……….
My notes are filled with thoughts……..
Thoughts of others and myself.

Come to think of it there’s no better way people can know and understand you : privy them to your thoughts. Your innermost thoughts….

Cassie said thanks.

Share this moment

Samuel Alomenu

I write. I sketch. I mull over things and I think about alternatives. @sammidelali

Create a free account

Have an account? Sign in.

Sign up with Facebook