Memory.

It hurts too much to remember those days, so hard to stop these tears coming from my slowing heart. Just to think about this memory, a feeling of that past makes me helpless. Never felt so bare I do right now,my own skin can barely contain me anymore. I want to slip back into sleep and never open my eyes again. Being embraced by the mystery and buried far from fear. Tomorrow becomes my fantasy and yesterday, my nightmare. In this small corner of my mind; I stay cold and writing this despair until I end. In the few moments in between each word there is a pause where a glimmer of something new, warm and passionate flows before the ebb.