"Memory is a child walking on the seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things." --- Pierce Harris.
Memories are like a dark shadow you cannot shake off. Silent. A cloak to the yesterdays of life. Sometimes they scream. Sometimes they come out of nowhere. Hit you like a truck on a highway.
Memories have a depressing way of alerting you of their existence as you attempt to swim your way through denial. The little images cocooned in your mind. Little unopened cupboards of sorrow. Of guilt.
Then comes spring. The season of fresh beginnings. Of forgotten memories. Haunting images of a surreal world. You take a peek into that forgotten alley. Smiles beckon you. That twinkle in the eye is caused by tears. Yet you trudge on. Do you revisit because you are numb? Or because you want to feel alive? Images tucked away unfold as tucked away memories of hurt.
Voices in your head. Loud.
Silent whispers of another time. In another place.
