Monday, May 6, 2013

Self Centered

Entry for this week's Single Frame Stories Challenge

I found a dozen decades old journals the other night that had been hiding in a box on a basement shelf. As I skimmed through hundreds of pages of deep thoughts and passionate opinions, it felt like I was reading someone else’s diaries. I had no memory of writing them and only scattered resonance with the ideas and opinions expressed.

Although there’s a correlation between the person I am today and the author of those journals, if I could teleport through time and meet him, the only thing in common would be our name, shared memories and a passing resemblance.

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