July 16, 2009. Thursday Afternoon

You told me to face my fears and to learn that life will hurt sometimes.
 

I understood the benefits of becoming what I could be but still, you got underneath my skin.
 

You crawled your way to my heart and invaded every artery, every vein so that you may swim in my blood and take hold of every part of my being.
 

You became a life I never thought I could have and lived through my years. I grew up in this crazy old town with you inside me, filling me with the fierce knowledge of learning these days one by one. I could hear the words you whispered in my ear when I laid my head down on my cloud-like pillow. The day had ended but you had not.
 

You scarred me with tragedy and branded me with serenity. I was whole because you kept me together. Secrets were never told because they were kept in the attic of this ghostly house. We could never keep this alive the way they used to. So you screamed and I saved you because I was there when they ran.
 

I’ve forgotten how it had been like to see tears form a cult with my heart. They abandoned me and left me with nothing but a scrapbook of memories and silly things.
 

We could be gypsies and move to the land of the unknown. We could become beggars and hope for food and money. We’ll live the lives of the bohemians and trust in love, beauty, hope and life. Let’s rejoice and fill the air with screams of exultancy. This is the life we’ve dreamed of. The life of imperfection and fear blended with jubilance and acceptance.
 

We fight to remember our existence.