BLACKOUT

BLACKOUT * Lost days blocked out by black, and those are the ones you can’t get back. The hiding, conniving, the fruitless diversions, the searching for something worth living unending * It all comes back to remind us now, a sharp tack left in the foot somehow. The herding of memories left to graze on clouded plains in a stupored haze * It’s all so funny you discover it when the sequence of the universe was still going on. The constant cycles of moon and sun with your endless promises of things left undone. * The mind exploding in revelation. The perfect excuse, then the realization. And the way we come to terms with our past, and the search for the days we can never get back. * WordPlaya, April 6, 2010