Tonight, it's extremely hard for me to sleep, for memories keep flooding and invading every region of my mind, heart and spirit. Memories that I thought I got rid of long ago.
Then it hit me *BAMMM*
I never got rid of those memories. Those memories didn't live in notes/letters that I balled up, pictures that I burned, CDs that I scratched , clothing that I ripped, or gifts that I threw away, but they live in the depth of my mind and heart, waiting to break free and remind me of all the good and bad that make me who I am.
[One of my favorite portraits: The Persistence of Memory by Salvador Dali]