Just something I wrote

I just wanna share something I wrote the other night. Hope you read it!

Memories are squishy things that can change in the spur of the moment. Controlled and twisted by emotions. Bad memories can turn bittersweet over time, while happy ones can haunt your dreams. Your favorites, forgotten in the wind of time, with no way of running after them.

My memories

Walking down the path in the fog, it was a heavy sort of fog that you could feel in your lungs when you took a breath. That sort of fog where one could easily get lost, feeling their way through the haze with their shoes on the pavement. As I walked, my mind began to wander back into the memories I had forgotten were there. The times I had laughed with people I no longer speak to, the people I try not remember. Those people changed me as a human, changed my mind, the way I think, the way I talk, the way I breathe in the heavy fog that surrounds my body and my heart. The fog hangs low over the buildings, hiding secrets that can’t be shown. Secrets are a funny thing. Some aren’t secrets either, just chosen to be ignored by everyone else. A sound stirs me from my thoughts. Peering through the fog won’t do much, but I attempt to do so anyway. Maybe there is someone else there, watching me walk down this path in my heavy boots, scraping across the cement with every step. Watching my scarf swing with every stride. Watching, waiting, observing me. But alas, the gloom is too thick to see through to allow any scrutiny of me. I try to return to my thoughts, but they were lost a few steps back in the fog. I duck my head and pass under the tendrils from the trees that reach out to graze my skin. The trees look like skeletons shrouded in the haunted mist, the bodies of past memories lost in the fog.