aaronc

A broken window pane allows the cold night air into the darkly lit room where one person hovered over artifacts from the past, letters, pictures, old tickets and so on, reminsces and can recall each and every story for each and every item that lay before him. It's comforting...for a time.

The fire crackles before him as he rubs his hands through his hair as his dry eyes stare blankly off in the distance somewhere. he wants to cry so bad but the more he tries the less likelyhood of the flood gates opening. Its not as bad as he thought, life moves on, in all kinds of ways. He wonders what everything would look like in the fire but after a long sigh he decides against it, he's been down that road, down that path and it has never really appealled to him since, as comfortable as it can make one feel. He boxes up his past and gives everything a last glance and as the fires slowly dies he puts his boxed up past under the bed with various other boxes of memories and material possessions that have long been forgotten. His past has brought him to this point which is a good place to be a great place surrounded by wonderful friends and family and good fortune, so why throw it all away and when everything means so much and has made him who he is.

He lays his head on the pillow and drifts away into the darkness as a few small tears finally decend from his closed eyes, and even though he doesn't know it concsiously he smiles a soft smile.

This is kind of old and doesn't have anything to do with any situation currently but I came across it and still enjoy it, even though is not the best. but its me from one point in my life.