Sleepwalking my way through life: Eventually



Eventually

I glance at my watch to check the time and I see the date shining diligently at the side. I pause for a brief moment – jaw hanging slightly open in abandon – before shaking the thought off and returning to whatever menial task I was doing. I keep wondering when I’ll stop doing that to myself; the silent torture from fading memories.

I know it will eventually stop, just as I also know that certain feelings will one day come to a grinding halt. I know that one day the sun will shine, just as it did the day before, and I will smile with no knowledge that anything has changed. The air will be just as cold, the buildings just as tall, the hills just as steep, but that cute looking girl in the third row would become a hell of a lot more attractive.

But until that happens, I can always raise a glass to the memories gone by. I can smile nostalgically at weekend activities, and drink merrily at the irreplaceable memories they gave me. It’s a good thing I’m not one for toasts.
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