An embittered life….like a Poison Ivy affecting everything in its vicinity….suffocating with complete domination…for as long as I can remember…my days are not my own…my life is not my own…I struggle to bide my time….clutching at a wisp of sanity…fighting for a morsel of hope, the ambrosia of my life…
It’s a strange thing…memory. A double edged sword. Makes one want to remember, yet want to forget…to remember the lessons, yet forget the experiences….is that possible?
I hope I remember.
I hope I forget.
I hope
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