Memories

Happiness, like most things, is fleeting

It’s the good things that don’t last forever

It’s the stains, the scars, the trauma, the pain, the regrets and mistakes

Those things that are unwelcome

That make a permanent home out of you

Feed off you, change you

Until you’re left with nothing but echoes and chaos

Distant memories of who you were.



Happiness, like most things, could ruin you

When you go searching in the wrong places

When it can be masked in many different faces

When it’s fleeting…

In a heart beat, the best things could turn into your destruction

Your happiest moments could easily be what tears you down

Until you’re left with nothing but a void; resounding emptiness

Distant memories of who you wanted to be



Happiness, like light or sunshine, follows some kind of darkness

They say time heals, and true, maybe it does

But they don’t tell you that healing is sometimes worse than what hurt you

So what is time but a prison – when healing looks like nightmares, messy hair and insomnia

Healing looks like smiling with sad eyes, laughing the loudest and drowning in silence

Healing is lethargic – a restless soul and a heart that’s too heavy

It’s the numbness that makes you crave a full life

It’s in healing that we feel everything and nothing

Until all that’s left is hope, an ember that won’t die

Distant memories of what we thought it was supposed to be

A new path leading you home.