Sunday, April 14, 2013

Like I Loved you Yesterday

I hate being stuck in the past. I see ghosts of what was and what could have been layered over the reality that I can't force myself to accept. The layers of reality and illusion are blurring and I'm afraid that I'm losing sight of what is true.

I look around me and everyone else is happy, I wish I was happy. I can remember the last time I was happy. Truly happy. I remember that exact moment, and I remember the exact moment that happiness was shattered. I remember where I was, what I was wearing, what I was doing, and most importantly of all who I was with.