Scrapbooks
Our memories are stored in one big filing cabinet.
Some memories are taken out with pride and pleasure
Others are damage in cold and stormy weather
The brittle workings of the filing cabinet can crumble when there is too much to bear
And so in the form of scrapbooks and tales
We unleash the memories
Whether too beautiful or too painful to look and stare…
I, Lindy Anne Long bottom, have penned this scrapbook of my life.
Beneath these pages lie the stories of real people, real struggles and real triumphs.
Nothing in this book has been fabricated
Nothing has been hidden
Only selected out of a number of choices…
In a couple of months my heart will tick no more and the curtain will fall upon my head.
I write this so one day, I will be remember …when I am dead
To my beloved, please do not questions your worth after reading this
Facts are facts, yet ignorance isn't bliss
All my love-
Lindy. A. Longbottom