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Decayed Food For Thought



Evil ghosts of my past...

A bitter lemon,

once ripe and delicious -

Once, a big part of my life -

has dried out and rotted:

lost it's vibrancy.

Lost their power over me.

Angels of my past...

A cupcake,

once moist and comforting -

Once, always there for me -

has hardened, dehydrated:

grown bacteria.

have grown apart from me.

I can see these...

ancient artifacts,

decaying with each passing day -

ancient memories -

to take a bite now,

to dwell on them now,

undoubtedly would make me sick.

would be nothing short of foolish.

Memories, however positive or negative, cannot be changed:

To reside in the past is to contaminate one's present.


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