Thursday, August 27, 2009

Remember, remember

I feel haunted. Impressions on my heart from things that are no longer tangible, voices echo but ultimately alone. Feelings left behind, always left behind. Always ending. Always becoming the past. Some weighing so much, that in the dark, alone is all I can focus on. Remember his touch, remembering her hugs, remember, remember. Always moving forward. Silence. Solitary. Past. Present. Future. Muddled til they blend. Always repeating, always the same.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I could have typed most of that myself and meant every word. Hopefully you have some support to help carry you through.

I've latched on to things/people to quash those thoughts and continuously search for the... "you must make it to this point in life." It gets scary when you reach those points and question whether to find the next milestone.... or not.