I used to write about love As if I knew the experience I used to write about sadness Like we were best friends I used to write about grief Though I'd never grieved a thing I used to write about time When I had all the time in the world I used to write about desire Yet I had never wanted for much I used to write about anxiety With the steadiest hand I used to write I was so happy then
It’s really hard for me to look back at the things I’ve written in the past. It’s pretty funny, going over how stupid it all was. Thinking about how sad I thought I was or how much I thought I lacked. The trivial things I yearned for. Most importantly, it’s incredible to notice how much subtlety I lacked. I think many writers would do almost anything else before they looked at older works.
I suppose that means it’s time to move forward. Still, as bad as it all was, there’s still lessons to be learned by revisiting it. I don’t have the heart (nor the strength) to share any of my older writing, at least not yet. Maybe one day I can find the fortitude to share it and we can all laugh together.