I am chasing memories that will never be replayed again.
Soon they will drift from my mind.
And forever stay buried deep in my heart.
Like little reminder notes on the wall.
Some memories hurt.
They sting like alcohol on a bloody cut.
The pain sizzles and bubbles to the top of my wounds
I will never forget the mess of moments.
They are what make up my life.
Just like my dreams that soar through the realm contained against the corners and walls of my mind
They sit with me on the loneliest nights and cover me in a warm blanket coated in reassurance
They pat me on the back and whisper in my ear.
I lay in bed at night, it’s only 3am but I’m wrapped and bundled in a cocoon of my thoughts that are tangled and drag me out of my happy thoughts kicking and screaming like a five year old child too attached to her mom to be apart from her.
And I wake up the next morning with sparkling brand new eyes as if my greatest fears hadn’t had a victory over my mind the night before.
I wish my life could transform and take off through the city streets in a sporty, red Rolls Royce and run a red light.
All I long for is to be that rich traveler embarking on a quest to London,
I can picture it now, waltzing through the National Gallery, living abroad in Paris, taking pictures of famous fashion designers and spending my mornings in a quaint, hole in the wall coffee shop drinking my hourly coffee, that is as steamy as a boiling lava pit, and as noir as the midnight blanket full of glamorous gold, fixed luminous points in the sky
I’m chasing a dream that isn’t quite clear
I’m trying to find my footing but there is an absence of ground
Reaching with hands, with each crease built like a machine, full of eternal misery caged by hope with fingers grasping for life but all they find is air full of dashed dreams and the crumbled remains of desperation and madness.
On those days I feel defeated, ready to close my eyes tight and tap my spike clad combat boots together and beg to the world to be somewhere else,
I think to myself about the battle that isn’t quite here.
I can’t fathom what my future will hold
But what I know with great certainty, what I never doubt is the memories of my young life.
Those memories of my childhood playing in the sand, in palm-tree filled, salty ocean water-scented paradise, snorkeling at Hapuna Beach, and swimming with the dolphins are some of the happiest memories that I hold with me in my heart.
Those moments and visions of growing, laughing until my ribs are nearly cracked, dancing until my toes bled and I had blisters on my feet, are the tangled ball of yarn of my memories that sustain me years later as I journey down the path of my future
I can never relive the same memory twice, but I can clasp it tight within the warmth of my hands and place it in my heart and my mind, and never let it go.
And my memories will never let me go.