(Preamble, Pre-info, Intro, Adlib, if you will: I don't like remembering bad moments. But I do love remembering (great) memories. So I keep a memoir. Cos a diary is wack. And memoir? That just sounds more ... shall I say, sophisticated. Ha! Diary, memoir, same shit!!!

Anyhoo, I keep a memoir, not of events, but of moments. I think the best part about memories is when our minds filter and distill memories into this beautiful, memorable things. Like, your memory might say, "She smelled like roses," when in actuality, she smelled like ghetto-ass, cherry-flavored relaxers. HA! But you were sooo into her, that, your mind turned her scent into...roses. Beautiful, ain't it? Poetic, even.

Ergo, in memoirs, I don't really care to recall, or write down the details. Especially, if it was a bad moment -- I hate remembering bad moments. So, I write my memoirs in the form of poetry -- literally. As in, I have a folder for "Poetry," "Rhymes," then I have a folder for "Memoirs." And this next piece is filed under "Memoirs."

Hell, this adlib is so good, I might make it part of my memoir. Hehehehe.

Memories are soooo poetic...)



I wish I had the mind of a child
The good parts, not the crazy parts (LOL)
They are the mostest beautifulest things (LOL)
So forgiving
So sensitive to other people
Even when those people are being mean
They stay forgiving
Until the world corrupts their hearts
And corrupt, it shall will
Then they start wishing they had the mind of a child
The mostest, beautifulest things

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