The cold rain of the day brings back as many memories as the warm and perfect summer nights.
The fear and physical pain and hiding. The poetry of the soul and physical pleasure and safety.
One or more of these memories cannot be traded for others. They are all there. They will always be there. Harsh reminders or soft ones they are all part of the past and will be carried. None can be ignored when our senses remind us constantly.
Do we wish to forget the bad memories or just the associated pain? Do we wish to relive the good memories or just to feel that happiness again?
Our senses send us mixed messages and more questions rather than the answers we think we want.
Sometimes, sad or happy memories, it all just hurts. And that’s as far as we get.