I dreamt of the years gone by and was fascinated by the memories that folded, one upon another, like layers of sweet icing that tempted me back.
I stayed for a long while until sadness began to leave a bitter taste on my tongue.
I miss…I miss…I miss. The whispers sing, and the sorrows tamper with the treasures of my past.
“Everything in moderation,” my mother used to say. “Too much, is just too much.”
I grieve for times that have gone, and for those who were once at my side. Dwelling far too long in the sticky web of the past, I find it begins to alter my vision of who I am.
There is a time and a place for everyone.
I layer my soul with bits of the past, and finally leave the rest where it must stay…behind me.
Every day I stay present longer, and learn more, and every day the happiness reaches further back.