Lost in my memories in solitary..
Lost in my memories in public..
Lost in my memories in social events..
They are so hostile!!!!
I try to make new friendly ones..
Every moment of present that passes creates a mixture of memories of past and present.. most of the time they also combine with future moments.
Oh my..What a combination!
My head goes round and round with my worst enemy..
My brain, the box of lost and found moments of my life..
I contemplate..
How I can get rid of the box?
Possible..Impossible..
The moment I try to lose them, they are found the moment after.
I find them again bitter!
I find them once again sweet!
I find them again torturous!
I find them once again abusive!
How can moments in life have these many characters?
The same exact moments in combination with any other moments decides my feelings;
from euphorics to melancholics,
from defensives to offensives,
from encouragings to discouragings,
from healthy to sick,
from lost to found.
...All in one moment...
My head goes round and round with my worst enemy..
There is no stop-line..
The box in my head,
The lost and found box,
My brain..
My head goes round and round with my worst enemy..
My head goes round and round..
I lose myself to find myself..
My head goes round and round with my worst enemy, my memories.
