They say…

Which good memories are better — the recent and vivid ones, or those that time has covered in a sweet haze?

They say memories tend to sweeten after a time, well… they don’t have my memories.

They say time heals every wound. Well, they don’t have my wounds.

They say that often times we filled in the gap in our memories with the things that never really happened. In my case it isn’t true. Recent memories are easily forgotten because they don’t hold any significance while the ones from a long time ago are still so vividly engraved in my brain. 

They say the worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.

They say Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces. Well, that’s true for me. There are memories that time does not erase… Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.

Time does not bring relief; who told me time would ease me of my pain. You all have lied 

“The days aren’t discarded or collected, they are bees
that burned with sweetness or maddened
the sting: the struggle continues,
the journeys go and come between honey and pain.
No, the net of years doesn’t unweave: there is no net.
They don’t fall drop by drop from a river: there is no river.
Sleep doesn’t divide life into halves,
or action, or silence, or honor:
life is like a stone, a single motion,
a lonesome bonfire reflected on the leaves,
an arrow, only one, slow or swift, a metal
that climbs or descends burning in your bones.”

~ Pablo Neruda