Time Will Tell

The river

The breeze in the trees

Swirling memories around a glass

Of an ale brewed on lees.

What does it take to remember

The things that are our past.

Another time,

Just a memory

A prologue to the story.

You know when you stumble on something from a while ago and it’s just a well of all these memories that come to the surface.

That’s what is in the depths of my computer. That’s where I am right now.

The other half.

Sometimes I wonder how the other half lives. Like, the ugly half. I know that I enjoy some perks because of how I look. For instance:

I get caught checking out a girl, she smiles and is flattered.

Some unfortunate looking guy gets caught checking out a girl, she’s creeped out.

I just wonder what other perks I get. That’s all.

Not always.

I wasn’t always a mean person. I’ve always been harsh, I’ll admit that. But mean? Not always. I’ll tell you the same thing I told someone I loved:

“If it’s important to you, then you’ll make time.”

I always made time. I used to think I was important.

I don’t make that mistake anymore.

So maybe that explains why I’m so mean all the time. Maybe I;m just mad at the world, mad at other people. Mostly I think that I’m just incredibly mad at myself.

Mad, and just a little bit sad too.

I don’t like to be reminded of of things. That’s why I don’t like people. They always make you remember someone else.