As the haunting melody drugs my mind, an overwhelming sadness overcomes me, a feeling I thought I had left long behind. There is no time for sadness in my life, or so I thought without realising that if I did not make time for sadness, sadness would not make time for my life and overcome me and the most inopportune moments. Thus I sit, gentle tears rolling down my cheek, such a foreign and friendly feeling.
How I hated the place I just moved from. In every place I went, euthanized memories mysteriously came back to life and attempted to suffocate my thoughts. I wanted out, I wanted gone from such places and to run to freedom - or at least what I perceived to be freedom. In reality, I have ran, and now my heart stretches back to those places infested with those beautiful memories that I had mistaken for cumbersome baggage with malicious intent. I long for belonging, familiarity within myself.
Yet now I have asked for too much, for a piece of each world. In wanting everything I misunderstood that we all must be broken, broken and repaired with bits and pieces of us missing. Who amongst us deserves to be whole? Not you, nor I.
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