A/N: This is pretty short. I don't know what it's supposed to mean, but it poured forth into my notebook so I figured it was at least significant to some part of me, in some way.

Reinvention, a poem by Rachel Reardon, 12/19/06

All I have to do is
stare at a blank screen
and thoughts of you start
flooding back to me
there’s no clear details
just the static and feelings
and there’s nowhere to go
but further into my imagination
where nothing ever ends
and you’re always smiling
and I never make mistakes
because I’m not who I used to be
just some figment of a dream
and a new twist on an old memory.