Thursday, January 31, 2008

parachutes, army boots, sleeping bags for two

Everyday I want to take my brain apart and pull all of my memories out and lay them out for me to see. I want to take out the sad and leave the happy. I want to clear out the regret and what I cannot change and make room for good experiences and love. I want to go back in time. I want to remember the sound of his voice. I want to wake up. I want to stop. I want to recover. I want. I want. I want.