‘What are you thinking about?’
‘Why? Let it go- its toxic.’
Why would someone call the past toxic?
For now…It’s my medicine. It’s what keeps me going
and if I had a choice; I would go back to that past.
Not to change anything but to re-live it.
Wouldn’t that be lovely?
Being able to smell all the scents you smelled when you were a kid- The spring flowers, the rich fruits, the sweet candy.
meeting all those childhood friends and experiencing the closeness again; since after that everyone has drifted apart and all we give each other at times is a gentle grateful smile.
Sometimes…The past is better.
It’s not toxic. It’s my tonic.