Dry, bitter, harsh, frigid, biting winds driving through the mind. Knowing that I should be upset, but not being able to remember the reason why. Or maybe it just goes two ways. I do not quite remember why, but neither do I want to try to find out why.
I just want to, and feel like walking away and carrying on the rest of life is all I can do. Or maybe I just want to believe that is all I can and should do.
The dust in the sky bring about tears within that cannot fall along with the buried memory.
The sunset does invoke memories of the times that were both fun and upsetting, yet not being that which I want to remember.
But it also reminds me that the future holds a lot more, and that I simply want to carry on, believing that the past was but a long forgotten dream.
Maybe that should be the way it is. I do sort of feel happier this way, or at least I see it that way.
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