I wish I had a childhood memory.
You see, the brain does something funny
when it thinks you need protection.
It hides the life that you’ve lived,
and though some memories slip out,
they always seem to be coated in frost.
You see, the brain does something funny
when it thinks you need protection.
It hides the life that you’ve lived,
and though some memories slip out,
they always seem to be coated in frost.
So maybe I remember the moment
when the snow was taller than me,
and I had to dig a tunnel
to get to my neighbor’s house.
The same neighbor that sparked my heart
The same neighbor that had
hazel eyes and matted black hair.
But that’s all I can see:
Five feet of snow and sparkling eyes.
when the snow was taller than me,
and I had to dig a tunnel
to get to my neighbor’s house.
The same neighbor that sparked my heart
The same neighbor that had
hazel eyes and matted black hair.
But that’s all I can see:
Five feet of snow and sparkling eyes.
And maybe I remember
The time when the house
was thick with screams
and the floors vibrated from stomping and chasing,
and I could not feel a goddamn thing.
But that’s all, isn’t it?
Only yelling and the feeling of nothing.
The time when the house
was thick with screams
and the floors vibrated from stomping and chasing,
and I could not feel a goddamn thing.
But that’s all, isn’t it?
Only yelling and the feeling of nothing.
I wish I had a childhood memory
that was embedded with clarity
and sewn with jewels,
but as I reach for them,
as I grasp them in the palms of my hands,
they slip through my fingers
like desert sand
and disappear into nothing
but distant rubble
and faded dreams.
that was embedded with clarity
and sewn with jewels,
but as I reach for them,
as I grasp them in the palms of my hands,
they slip through my fingers
like desert sand
and disappear into nothing
but distant rubble
and faded dreams.