going through stacks of old papersmemories of meetings held long ago
journal entries of experiences forgotten
it’s my past learning recorded in words
knowledge as yet unorganizedevents, emotions and experiencesnot cataloged but thrown intoa mess of disorder called my mind
now and then a dream will returnsomething long forgotten now recalledor not even experienced evercreated out of the chaos called life
confusion but with thought and timeorder can be restored as learningtakes place in my mind’s mayhemprecept by percept I have been taught