Pieces

Severed Memories

"Paint a picture, color it grey, name it 'all the times we weren't okay'."

Our lives; a movie. 

Press play and wait for it to start. 

Each memory dancing before our eyes as if we never really lived them. 

Then we start to recall it all.

The past, present, the future that was unknown to us, crashing upon us like a wave in a desert. 

Another reality unfolding, the familiarity in it's voice speaking softly to us. 

Reaching, grabbing, pulling us in further, spreading it's pretty lies. 

Then without remorse, tearing us apart. 

Reminding us of what should have happened and why it didn't. 

A sad story.

And sometimes, I wish we could forget each memory that leaves us with a bitter taste in our mouths. 

Then I look upon my severed memories and realize that those moments,

That movie,

Is who I am. 

It's who you are. 

-Gracie