Wanting to remember the past. Wanting to remember all the good times. Wanting to suppress the recent. Wanting to suppress the bad.

Life would be less interesting, if that were so, like the monotonous wind chimes,.Because of all that happened, my heart now amour clad.

I should have known those good times wouldn't last, o'er else i would never have become preoccupied with the time.Now all my priorities have been bent, making me the slightly more sad.

To think I would have done so much, and only adds to the sorrow

I wake up from that nightmare, only to realize it was not.The single thought of it brings me down.down off cloud nine from whence you placed me. But i keep on moving, for I know...

There are more memories to be had.