Reminiscing, thinking about my good days and young ways.
Hardly a lady, maybe, but those good days are what made me.
And I still believe I’m an adolescent with a fluorescent radiant essence mingling with my brethren.
Old ladies meddling in what appears to be fear
But nowhere near what is merely a figment of their imagination.
The fascination feeds them but bleeds them of the youth of their group.
One can only imagine what a woman of my stature is doing in the future, but that’s irrelevant.
See, my memories captivate me and elevate me into a past generation that brings us to this duration.
My mind wanders quite frequently and memories are no longer sequential as they greet me.
I scramble them purposely because it’s not the order that’s of importance,
But more or less the lesson it has taught me, benefits it has brought me, the demons I’ve fought, see.
I’m here, still trapped in this dream-like state of mind but handling my business outside.
As I should.