There were those days where things seemed easy and fleeting. The days passed by in such a blur of fuzzy edges and windy speed dials of fancy finds that everything collapsed together into one giant beautiful mess of memories mashed up like mixes in hi jinks and each bit of nostalgia broke a grin on your face.

It was all just a breath away. Running around like crazies, our heads spun on tantrum antics of fun and dizzy displays of shirking duties and tom fooleries. Like nothing and every atom blessed bit mattered and cost us nothing but a few shards of hard work with change to spare.

Now it’s like you’re trapped in a glass jar of proportional panic that progresses plainly beyond all playful doubts and ancillary horrors hashed out in uninhibited hints face painted gloom and doom, unpainted where the tears have left broken-in trails.

Heart breaks and demolished dreams and what seems like an unfathomable amount of disarray, downtrodden and drenched in denial. The good life and times that preceded these moments were false excuses of security. A curse, a silent summoning inked out by fate and carved into our lives like a spear thrown down by Karma, her gaze filled with scorn.

Like the first pages that recorded all the early pains and unwanted gains, the lines on your face, the scars on your heart, the cuts and bruises on your skin that mark a chapter, a story to tell in your life, they heal.

Just like those wonderful times that seemed to disappear into a fog of memories, they’ll be back to whisk you away into great joys where we’ll once again take them into our hearts and beat them out quicker than we intended.

Originally posted on Live Journal Mar. 10th, 2010 at 7:59 PM