unReality

Memories often seem happier when we think back to them, memories of a better time. But is it really better? Can we misremember the equal amounts of bitter and sweet?
First try at writing anything in a long time. Hope it gives someone a jumping point or some inspiration. I will probably add to it when my muse gets back.

Looking back through rosy glasses,
It was all a romantic drug induced scene
not trodden down with flickers of false memory
which I tell myself: That never happened, surely.

Hiding from the moments of darkness
that threaten my carefully constructed
pseudo post-nontrauma.  Those dark moments
were my delusions, and not the rosy reality.

 

 

The End

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