I have friends that dont write or call ... quite a few realy. And I realy would like such friends. Thats the way I've imagined and experienced them. But the reality is if they feel there is nothing here ... they wont want to be here ...

I am a postsecret waiting to happen

In age

Granted, my fading eyesight is becoming more and more a problem. But if I could bring back anything which has faded away over the last few years, I'd ask for my sense of smell.

All too often in my youth I recall taking moments and enjoying a big lungfull of air. And in doing that simple act I made the aroma my anchor to that place and time.

Many times in my day now I'll do that and recall a trace of that moment. My memories are difficult to recall on my own, I need all the help I can get.