Sometimes, memories of then sneak out of my eyes, and roll down my cheeks.
Pooling in the hollow at the bottom of my throat, in my collarbones.
Running down my face, sliding down my neck and pooling between my breasts.
Sometimes memories of now play in front of my eyes and remind me of then.
They trigger the thoughts that caused me to do stupid things.
They pull at the strings of my memories and tug until I feel as if I have not changed.
Sometimes memories play out in such a way, I can no longer tell what is real.
They pool in the hollows of my ears, and wash down the drain in the shower.
But not before they drag up images of rose coloured bath water.
All these stupid memories i want to forget, memories i want to leave behind
Are tugged from the depths of my mind and played out in front of my eyes until they spill over my lashline.
Then they drip down my chest and pool in my belly button.
They drip down my thighs, rolling over bumps left behind.
Tiny white lines that go unnoticed unless you know to look.
They run down my legs and gather at my feet before the water from the shower washes them down the drain.
Gone until they are pulled from the depths of my head once again.
