To reminisce about times of past, etches marks in my heart.
Remembrance; distressing. Life; unwitting, of the aches its causes the soul borne by flesh.
To have memory, a true blessing that be; but too, a source of agony.
Locked experiences, weaved into history shaped visions tricked by sight.
How does one delve deep and enjoy the good when they easily trigger a wave of sadness from mistakes made and lessons learned and pain felt repeatedly.
How does one even begin to 'pen' down emotions that can only be felt.
A spirit that which transcends the realm of the physical.
