Today is Only the Beginning, My Past is a Complete Mystery :: Personal Narrative Writing

To daylight is Only the Beginning, My recent is a Complete MysteryIts funny how weeks pass so readily and so much fills this life I cant remember how one and only(a) day is different from the next. Lately, a moments peace means a falter of plans. My coiffure is changed. Emotions, actions, events, and things go on around me, and I live through them not know how it was done. Sometimes theres reflection its haunting until tomorrow, and I have no idea what tomorrow is. Strangely, I think of why Im here and wonderment who I am behind this faade, this name-looking for a balance and a connection, never knowing where to find it, and nobody else knows either voices talk on the earpiece ab appear it for hours, or sit there drawing almost rummy parallels one afternoon. It all ends up somewhere in an unconsciously dreamworld alas the perplaxity in distinguishing truth from reality is plaguing. Thinking of how to connect the two, three, and cardinal thousand images that fly by me day in and lights out, waking up and shock hits. All I want to do is do what I want to do, and do what I have to do, and like it, and get something out of it. Never does a thought cross my mind that there whitethorn someday be disappointment. And, when the sun rises every morning, more things muddle some understanding and shake my order, catching me by utter surprise. Secret hopes that pass on one day lead me to whatever i think I am going to find, lie before me a mystery. Months mesh into one another. I went out into the backyard to look for violets, the small wild ones. My aunt had secretly shown me where they were one day after lunch. I still remember my tartan pants were the same color as the violets, with a solid royal shirt, and my almost white Keds sneakers. We went up into the attic where she kept her sewing basket, and I picked out what I thought was the prettiest ribbon to tie together my prescious take hold flowers. It was a frazzled, satin off-whitish with embroidered lace around it. I knew my flowers had to be worthy plentiful to deserve such a royal bow. So, we had sneaked around the corner of the plate to the sunny spot thats where they grew the best. Originally, I had picked the flowers without the stems.