Things Have Changed
It’s strange how a chapter can end and yet never truly leave. The pages close. The story stops. Life moves forward. People move on.
But memories don’t.They stay behind, hidden somewhere in the quiet corners of the mind, waiting patiently for the perfect moment to remind you that they still exist. Most days, I tell myself that I’m fine. Work keeps me occupied. Recovery gives me something to focus on. The hours pass, the sun sets, and for a while it feels as though everything is finally under control.
As if the past has accepted its place.
As if the questions have faded.
As if the story is over.
But then the night arrives.
And with it comes silence.
And silence has a strange way of making room for things you’ve spent all day avoiding.
Old memories return.
Words that were spoken.
Words that should have been spoken.
Words that never found their way out at all.
And then come the questions.
The ones that no longer have answers.
The ones that arrive long after the moment has passed.
The ones that keep echoing through the same empty halls of the mind.
Sometimes I find myself waiting for a day that may never come. The day when the voices stop echoing.
The day when the memories lose their weight.
The day when unfinished stories become nothing more than memories.
Until then, they remain.
A quiet curse.
A familiar ghost.
A story that refuses to end.
Three Things I Need
- One thought at a time.
- One day at a time.
- One less question from the night.