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Past and Present Flashbacks
Writing this with my eyes closed, wanting to keep trapped the thoughts that might slip through the cracks when I look away, out in space. Nothing is kind anymore. Not the sound of night, not the air I breathe, not the light I see hurting my eyes like a splash from the salty sea. In my flashbacks, I see the good intentions that failed to be anything but good by those protecting my youth. I would’ve changed some things if only I could. What bothered me then, bothers me no more now. Not more than it should. Painting happy endings. Frustrated that the paint smudges before anything ever gets dry.…
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Everlasting Memories
Memories are everything. I don’t think I appreciated the memories of the good times I’ve had with my loved ones as much as I do today. They’re everything to me. When I think about it, I just want to re-live those moments. Sometimes, I’m lying in bed, dead tired and ready to pass out, when suddenly I burst out laughing. And I mean laughing my ass off (alone) as if I were there again. I know; it makes me sound like a crazy woman. But I’m having a lot of flashbacks as of lately—makes me wonder if life is trying to tell me something—and if there’s ever any doubt from…
