Laughter and smiles come as thoughts of good times tumble through my head like a random ball of oil and partially liquified candy.
Odd pieces sticking out.
The apitomy of a man that didn't have much but had it all.
As I look back at it all I also feel the shame as I let something so loving pass on like a yell not met by ears. Those feelings still alive but not felt. Almost as if they existed in another dimention, resonating, almost grabbing you at times. Even as you try to move on, that feeling of something beautiful is right behind you but you are afraid to turn in fear that the disappointment might make you feel worse. "People fall in love with the memory of others", I don't know who said it but he was right. I remember all of the really good times and I want to say I'm in love when really it's my mind blocking out all the bad.
