Journal about my childhood

You can cry yourself to sleep
And wake up In the morning with the same worries you went to bed with
You can dream of what you never wanted to happen
The blade can sometimes glide across your wrist like it was almost meant to
But the funny thing is even when you grow up , even when you move out
Even when you cry yourself to sleep and the memories start to fade
The pictures stay the same
The letters never change
The texts are re read ,
Everything changes now but the past never can change and its irreplaceable
Those were the days when you had no worries
You played by the well and climbed the huge tree
You put crushed beer cans on the tire of you bike and they made those sounds that you can still hear to this day
As the motorcycle drives by your house and that sound comes back
Even if it was stupid then it's so beautiful now
When you sit there wondering why everything is so different now
Remember no one can act like it didn't happen , the memories make you cry a little and you can't stop when you finally come across the scrapbooks
20 years from now they aren't gonna be nothing
They're actually going to be something you can't stop tearing up about as you take the last sip of wine
How much you felt then and now
When you felt no pain and how no you're just so alone

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

It's healthy to keep those memories. And healthy to walk memory lane as you look back upon the moments of long ago. There we always be those times that your heart pinches a bit as certain memories come sliding back across the slide show.... but they are only memories, lessons learned and filed away, so that the individual could grow and become the person they are in the moment now.

It's not healthy to dwell in the past, though many people find themselves doing that. Self harm and self inflicted pain is never a fix, just a distraction that ultimately will destroy more the true self, than simply realizing that pain is temporary and has been put there for us to know and undertand what happiness feels like.

In the end, we are our sum experiences and they shall always be a mix of good and bad, for perfection isn't attainable, simply a light at the end we strive for, so we can keep walking forward.

Thanks for sharing your ink!
Aaron - Wolfwind