Posted June 7th, 2018 by GraceL
June 7th, 2018
okay, so I woke up one morning, with a ice cream induced hangover with no memories of the night before. I went onto my google drive and found this.
Here we go again, back down the well. What shall it be today?
This time I don’t fight it, I just lie submissively and let the darkness surround me. Leaving all my senses empty in the dark cold nothingness. This time I don’t reach out, desperately trying to find something solid. I just accept the nothingness and fall.
I see memories.
In my grandmothers house, out of my parents way as they move our possessions out of our old house and into our new one. Near the room with the glass animals that make rainbows dance across the walls, but there is no sunlight to make rainbows because it is night. Dreams and memories mix, I distinctly remember the banisters get up and walk around like people, their heads the top of the banisters in the house that would soon be ours.
I reach out, to touch them, but they slip away, the fog around them growing thicker. They’re gone now. Are they real? Did it really happen?
Light, shining through a prism, the prism can only see the light inside it, the light that has gone through it and come out the other end is of no concern.
Our past builds us, if I had been born to a different family I would have been a very different person.
My past is far away and blurry.
If I have no past, do I exist?
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