bedtime thoughts

i miss writing because it's relaxing.
i miss knowing that i'm not "saying too much."
i miss that callus on my middle finger from getting too passionate.

and i miss writing because it's tangible.
i miss keeping my memories organized.
i miss not being judged by the [person] i'm confiding in.

and i miss writing because it makes me feel smrtr.
i miss taking part in an ageless act.
i miss looking back and remembering.

writing is liberating.
my mind is not.

isn't it ironic that when you have so many memories to record, you have no time to record them because you're too busy making more?