Even After All This Time, The Mind is Still Such a Powerful Thing.

When I find myself alone

in a silent space

I often hear the sounds

of ideas and thoughts

rumbling around in an

otherwise empty head.

I dream of all the colors

that are too difficult

for the world to see,

today,

tomorrow,

or any day.

Pretending that I'm important,

when in reality,

I'm just an imp,

a little underestimated

imp.

I want people to understand

that I can only touch

the scope of the world

that I can see,

and when my mind

is worn a bit too thin,

it's often only because

I'm buried under the work

that I create for myself.

Don't Forget to Remember Good People Still Exist

It's all there,

hard to read.

Blurry. . .
Illegible. . .

I could only remember this phrase

from a dream I once had:

Remember to enter a relationship

with a picture of what could be,

instead of a token of ill will,

because when you stare at the coin,

there is no memory attached to it,

but the picture you create

in your mind will last forever.

So even if things end badly,

you'll have at least

one good memory to take with you.

A Better Bitter Ending

When sadness strikes

I spend a lot of time in my mind,

then I quickly remember

how empty you made me feel.

For some reason when losing you

I failed to feel it.

I'm not proud of this,

but I don't miss you.

In fact, I'm indifferent,

I don't feel the need

to know you anymore,

and why should I?

After everything,

occasionally you still seem to scream

to me through memories,

and while I'll always

cherish the childhood dreams we three had.

I'll never ask for them back,

or try to recreate our friendship.

We're too different for that,

our personalities clash,

we do better without each other.

Sometimes Amnesia is a Bigger Blessing Than a Curse.

Amnesia hit me well,
when I least expected it.

It carried on
like a tune of the same
broken record memories
I remembered over and over.

All I can seem to remember
is a face here,
or a word or two there,
possibly even a small picture
in my mind of memories
that for the longest time
I had trouble leaving behind.

Every now and then
a memory would come flooding in,
but still, the majority
of those 90 days were gone.

The worst thing can be not knowing
if what little you can remember was real,
or a hallucination,

but if there was ever a good time
to wake up with amnesia,
this was it.

Sometimes accepting
what you aren't able to remember
is better than trying to dig in to a
past of delusions and euphoric episodes
that are completely out of your control.