Laying in this bed. Thinking.
Thinking about why this or why that.
Staring up at the ceiling wondering.
Wondering why do we linger on the past.
Why do we hold onto something that is gone?
Why is it hard for us, humans, to let go and start something new.
Start something fresh.
Why linger on the past that has hurt us?
Why do we linger on the pain?
The pain is deep.
So deep it turns in to scars.
Why don't we hold on to the good memories?
The good memories that would give chills up out spine because of the joy.
Or the ones that give light in our eyes?
Or the ones that give us laughter to share?
Silence.
Darkness.
Is what fill the space around me.
Time for me to think but not at the right moment
Because I should be sleeping.

02.10.19