Fairy Dust. Wouldn’t it be AMAZING if this actually existed? Seriously…think about it. Just like in Peter Pan. When you need to escape all it would take is a little handful of pixie dust, or fairy dust, or whatever you want to call it and you could fly away? To a place where all your problems seem so far away and all you knew was happiness.
Unrealistic I know. And probably a metaphor for how I actually deal with things in my life. A very good friend said to me last night, “You’re still running? but this time its life?” I have become very good at ignoring everything that should hurt me and only focusing on the things that don’t. Only you can only pretend for so long and I am learning that in a huge way. Is it so wrong to want to forget about what hurts? You can’t take it back, you cant change the past. Why is it that the memories continue to haunt us? That even if these events happened years ago, it feels as though they happened yesterday? The pain is still so real. That hasn’t faded and neither have the memories. Your brain won’t ever let you rest, you don’t want to think about it, dream about it, but it’s as though you don’t have a choice. Everyone says that time will heal all, but how much time?
Will there ever be one full day that the memories don’t come across my mind? Will there ever be a time when they hurt less?
