100 Words- June 4, 2015

Aging: The fog gathers in corners, around the edges. Now and then, wisps, dust balls of memory, float into consciousness, and out again. Sometimes, the memories conflict. You read back, in the journals where those memories were originally recorded and find changes, additions and subtractions. The why this is, is a mystery. Who is the real me, the one I recorded, or the one I remember?

Physically, mentally, I am slower, but my body and mind want to move at the remembered speeds. The result is constant frustration. I am more aware of painful joints. I urinate like a faulty fountain.

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About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
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