Every one has seen something that we wish to forget. We keep it locked up in the back of our minds, hidden until the day we need this memory to keep us human... Mutters in the dark are the only thing keeping us from insanity. Those mutters are the wind blowing through our empty head. It calms me, and makes me feel like I should.
The waves of the empty beach crash up against the rocks at my feet. I could smell the salt from the sea. This always made me happy. This is where I go to think. When the days become hazy, and the echoes of cruel words ring in my head, I can come here. I can stop thinking about the past. I began to lie on my back and think about things of my past. Like I have said, sometimes I’d like to forget, but, today, I wanted to remember that one time, the time he smiled. I smirked. Life is a silly thing. It’s exactly like the wind blowing. I don’t know where it’s going. Even if I did know, I don’t think I’d want to know.
The stars above me sparkled in the midnight sky. I looked up to see if I could find our star, the one that lights our way. Even if I couldn’t find it, I know it’s up there. Maybe one day you can find me.
