another life

another girl in another life
would have posted pictures of her freinds smiling and laughing at a bonfire tonight.
Another girl in another life, would have posted pictures of her boyfreind and her laughing and kissing round a bonfire toningt.
another girl in another life would posted pictures of fireworks
and talked about how she feels excited to be alive
how beautiful life is
how great everything is going
how great it feels to be alive
anohter girl in another life would look out her window at the fireworks from her dark bedroom

The days have been dragging by likewise, I have been dragging my own self along as well.
the new and improved is no more and I only work to be done
I only wake to sleep again.
everyday is another day.
another day in the life of, "me"
sometimes I wonder if everything I see, read, hear, smell, taste, feel, experience was meant to be. This was meant to be my life. Things I have no control over and things I do, they weave together like so many threads to create my story. A story never told, and never heard because it was not meant to be. Till further notice, I am a part of the masses. A number someplace, somewhere; faceless, ageless.
Like the facelessness of the ages, even the names, Ghandi, Martin Luther King, JFK, FDR, become just that, names. The people behind them and their stories begin to fade away even as their influence saturates our lives. Distortion of the past becomes much easier. Holocaust, where? What holocaust? What is a holocaust? Is it genocide? Is genocide real?
"Ignorance breeds hate," I've heard it said, then "Ignorance breeds ignorace," I'll say. I've also heard it said that ignorance is bliss. May it be a bitter and dull bliss.

I'm only seventeen and I have so many memories, I feel so old. I actualy reminice. Fragmented memories