fleeting youth

it's 11.24 pm.

fleeting as the soft winds of the night that blow by with a whisper so slight,

you scarcely hear it pass you as it takes flight!
looking through memories stored in boxes made of cardboard resting also in the confines of my mind, i can still see vivid images of a life gone by, one that is still alive and is growing old with time,

letters read with words that seem to carry new meaning whilst there are others that remain unchanged, pictures left untaken come to life in my mind's eye and shall forever linger till i am to old to remember nor care,

old times revisited and old relations reexamined, some good some bad some stronger, whilst some have dwindled down to mere acquaintances,what was real ... what was so, so real at one point in life is now questioned for it has become a mere memory that harbours the fierce possibility of being forgotten,

now it is i standing here with thoughts of words that might have been spoken, memories that now might have already been forgotten, a life that might have been should things have been different, pondering if mistakes made were worthwhile, if righteous acts were truly noble or in reality just antics of a fool? a fool who should have known better...

age is no indicator of real age, youth can last beyond the age of 21, wisdom comes neither with age nor with time but with experiences in life, in that sense youth could just be a simple state of mind, one that is fragile that it will crack when it is dropped one to many times.

signing off, the commonjack.