| to my first love |
by Misty Dawn
i documented everything a teenager at the time could . . .
& with no camera.
only the words journals could hold.
& not the pretty ones with gold page borders . . .
but i wrote.
i misspelled and mispunctualized.
made up words.
& made up hopes.
for you, my first love,
even then i knew time would fly . . .
i just didn’t know how fast she was.
i’m still documenting everything i can . . .
still with words, now in pretty journals with gold page borders.
but now also with a camera.
many cameras actually.
high res images, & instagrams of practically every sweet and messy moment of our lives.
my journals and this blog,
after it’s all written, leads you to The Author that writes all stories.
to my first love, & time,
please slow down.