I Am Flooded With Memories, Memories, Memories
My mind is an incessant wellspring of memories.
My wife is sometimes jealous of this so I must repeatedly caution her that it comes at a cost, a high one at that. While every fond memory is available at a constant, so too are every embarrassment, frustration sorrow,slight, and pain from childhood to the present. It is a difficult dichotomy ro bear at times, yet it is all I have ever known.
I choose to look at my memories as companion aspects of my life. They inform my writing, they keep me grounded, and are always at my disposal when I choose to reminisce.
My wife is sometimes jealous of this so I must repeatedly caution her that it comes at a cost, a high one at that. While every fond memory is available at a constant, so too are every embarrassment, frustration sorrow,slight, and pain from childhood to the present. It is a difficult dichotomy ro bear at times, yet it is all I have ever known.
I choose to look at my memories as companion aspects of my life. They inform my writing, they keep me grounded, and are always at my disposal when I choose to reminisce.
