When ghosts of my past resurface in small forms, I feel tiny stabs at my heart. For brief seconds I feel the wind being knocked out of me and the world around me collapsing. I feel...I feel emotionally defeated. I feel a power taking over me that shouldn't have any energy over me at all. Despite the years and the time between x and y, that energy still lingers. I do my best to best it and get along with my life. The day they figure out how to delete parts of our memory from the brain without affecting our psyche is the day I will have large chunks erradicated from mine.
People have a strange effect on me. Some can come and go without giving me the slightest irritation. Some can come, stay and make themselves part of my life. the ones that come, go and olive branch there way back in (whether conciously or unconciously) are the ones that I wish I could set on fire and leave to die in an open field.
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