"My mind is simultaneously
a dream factory and a grave-
yard where ghosts of dead
memories haunt the promise
of fresh starts." ~db
If ever there were a truer words
spoken, I don't know what they
would be! Surely, our minds
must be one of our greatest
enemies at times!
Awaking happy and excited for
the day, and then we remember
the list . . . that godforsaken list
of all we must do or die!
Find myself missing someone,
longing to hold them for just
a moment . . . and then I recall
there may be an offense in the
midst of the missing.
Remembering a loved one fondly
and all of a sudden . . . the sorrow
of harsh incidents mess with my
heart.
I'm nigh onto a hundred, as I've
been heard to say . . . when am
I going to start controlling my
mind, my memories?! Aren't I
supposed to be the guy in charge
here?
That saying, that wise saying,
"Time to get over myself!"
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