I grew up camping.
This reminded me of what I have in my childhood mind.
Living in the Pacific Northwest, the trees look like this.
Been thinking of my younger days.
I have good memories, mostly.
Some, not so much.
Got a call from someone.
Hadn't talked to them in years.
It was about someone from the past.
Someone that I haven't talked to or seen in years.
Not good news.
Not at all.
I wish I had good memories of them.
I have a few.
I just don't have many.
I went to see them.
They don't talk now.
I talked about them.
How they got this way.
It was an odd day.
It's an odd time.
My childhood memories.
I'd rather remember the trees.
Just saying ...
~ JC ~
( A relative is in a coma.
I haven't seen or talked to them in years.
They are my last remaining family.
I felt like I needed to go.
I did but it was very odd.
Talked about them and how things are.
Just odd and weird and just sad.)