Field of paper flowers
Just my luck...I'm sick. Yay.

I made a decision a while ago. I chose to forget. So that those memories would no longer plague my waking thoughts. So that those around me that do not believe may have their peace. So that I would not speak of it...so that you would not have to listen.
And yet, here they are again. Stolen moments in my thoughts, no punishment to be had. And how do you sleep, really sleep, when your mind will provide no rest from those 'demons', as some would call them. How do you kill the past?
I ask that question and yet I also ask those around me to delve into theirs. How hypocritical.
But I do not ask them to do that for what must seem to be my amusement...or entertainment. Quite on the contrary in fact. I wish only for their, your, mental freedom. I wish that I could carry your burden, so that you could fly, even if that leads you to fly away. All of you.
Even those I dislike so much. That may seem crazy...but maybe there is something holding them. Maybe they really were not themselves. Maybe they are restrained by their own past. How do you break those chains? Can I?

These are all futile musings...
Useless...
Or not?
You tell me.
- posted by Catherine @ 5/02/2004 10:42:00 PM