we never forget…

what is your point…

to get to the bottom of somethin’ you have to really dig down deep into your soul…scrape the bottom and see what you can find…it could take years…a lifetime…just an endless search into yourself…picking away at things that have been built up for so long…

like…

childhood things…memories of being corrected by your parents…dreading the outcome of events…bringing home a bad report card…a black eye from a bully in the school yard…your first kiss…a first rejection…

and these things you speak of…we all have ’em right…we all have these memories…from childhood…teen years too…

yes…but I’m talkin’ ’bout the early years mostly…those years when you could run and jump and fall on your face…tears falling…your pride was hurt more than the torn skin…talkin’ ’bout back when the night was quiet…too quiet…and the least little noise sent you running down the hall to your parent’s room where you found them asleep…snoring away…all comfy and cozy while you had nothing but fear inside of you…and that fear never leaves you…

never…

never…it takes on different forms as you get older…fear and dread…fear and dread…some job interview…getting the sack…break-ups…always trying to do the impossible…

yes…

and what do we do… we run…we run away from the hard stuff…the muck and the mire that comes between us and what we really want…using everything we can to fill voids…black holes…

I see…

no…we see nothing…all this rubbish…we see nothing…oh we think we’re in the clear…but we’re far from it…something is always on the cusp of getting us…tackling us from behind…or worst yet it’s right in front of us and we’re too blind to see it…

right…

and you thought your parents were fast asleep…but they were dreaming the whole time…nightmares…from when they were children…it just keeps going…from one generation to the next…

until…

until what…there is no until…it never stops…

we’re never at peace…

we settle…but no…never at peace…

and why is that…

because we never forget…we never forget…piles and piles and piles of thoughts…memories…actions…no…we never forget…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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