Found Past
Gulp. On the memories.
Like an attack. Stunning.
Wander back. Simpler times.
When the sudden passion was urgent and all.
Blocked now by conflicts ugly.
A stranger where once a lover laid.
Cold and evil instead of pleasure.
Tamed and made to reflect, a new peace grows.
Alone as needed in the end, but the memories tease.
posted by Rex Venom at 6:57 PM
6 Comments:
Not sure what you're referring to but I have about the same feelings. I miss the past but it wouldn't be the same now. I miss the "simpler" times.
Hmm.
Sometimes I am not sure what I am referring to as well. Heehee.
This time I am and, for me, it isn't so much as missing the past as it is just admitting that there were parts that were very pleasurable even if the present associated with those parts is a fucking hell on Earth. ha!
(mmmmm memories)
Rock on!
The pleasurable pain and painful pleasure. The beauty and cruelty of melancholy memories. Past, present, simplicity, complexity.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
Your visceral words are haunting...
your comment above resonates greatly with me
We walk away from people, but never the parts of ourselves that have been changed.
Oh. Deep.
Heehee
Truth, though!
Rock on!
Do you reflect on the pictures or luckily find pictures that speak your lines?
I'm in awe.
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