Lost words

I was looking through my things. Trying to find a small notebook or something to write on. So I found an old notebook. I opened and it had poems in it. I read through them. And I didnt even know it was mine. I read them and I was suprised that I felt like I was reading them for the first time. It is like reading something I never seen b4. Then I sat there trying to understand and remember why I wrote such things. And I have no recollection. After reading them twice. I sat there and wondered has my life changed. My way of thinking. I read it. And I was like. That’s true. Life has not changed. It is the same words. Same meanings. I remember that notebook from highschool. Probably 1998 or 1997. Such a long time ago. And from then till now. Same way of thinking. I have not changed and I don’t think I ever will. It’s amazing. Who ever said people change it’s all a bunch of bull. People don’t change at all. You can never change. People are the way the are forever. From the day they are born till they die.

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