digging through my brain for some great memory from the past something i can hold onto something that says you were happy once you smiled easily laughed with pure joy slept uninterrupted
i want to hold hands with that thought swinging back and forth joyfully unadulterated unblemished free
i want to get lost in that thought forgetting what is not imagining what will most definitely be...
...becoming enraptured in the goodness of what could've been.
taking the wrong direction can lead you to a place you have no chance of escaping.