Up against the wall

The euphoria and history of us

Everything that makes us good is either past or future, it either gives the soft light of safe reminiscence or the spark of hope for what will come. The best part is that they both bounce off each other; I have hope for the future because everything previously has been nothing but glowing with light and life, and I have love for the past because the oncoming future will only add to the stories. All the stories of us mane me think about how it doesn't matter if we never make a difference, or even get remembered because we have our own histories and worlds. Everyone has their own world made up of views and memories. Mine contrasts between glass and glitter. The sky is made of moments of coming and going, a collage of excitement and afterglow. The ground feels like the mornings that I wake up and speak to you. Its these collections of happiness and contentment that make the fields that I retreat into when I can't have you around. It's there that I can play any moment or dream that I want and choose. Its there where every moment lasts as long as needed. It's almost like I can feel you with me. I feel the chill in my lungs from the first time I realised I could blow smoke in the winter. I get to relive everything, and sometimes you'll relive it with me, creating another memory for me to keep. It's the euphoria and history of us because the negatives don't worry us, we can go back and enjoy every bit of laughter without the mundane stress and worries that were there when it happened, everything can be pure and happy. That's why memories sort themselves into 2 categories, positive and negative. I don't look at the negative unless is makes or leads to a positive. Still, regardless of everything else, this is why it remains the euphoria and history of us; because we choose it to be.