The Dog Days Are Starting

 

These are the days that one is in constant search of protective shade to escape the outdoor heat, where nothing feels better than to feel the cool, hard surface of the floor of one's home. 

Where I Have Been

I really feel bad about having been away from my page for a long while. It seems so much easier to be rambling about the mundane details of everyday life at my other page than having to take some time to dwell on memories of the past.

There's so much that has changed in me. Now a year older, I sincerely feel that I no longer hold on to the sadness of having been betrayed as a wife like I used to. The idea still leaves a bitter feeling, but it no longer brings me down like before.

In fact, I am more capable of forward-thinking. Rather than bring back memories, I am inclined to devote my energy to making pleasant ones with my family and my cherished friends.

Some painful memories might keep on nudging, but their whispers will start to be muted as they fade in the music of my enjoyment of what life has to offer for the moment.

Gone From My Life, But Not From My Dreams

There is a question that remains unsolved. Why can't I remain totally free from the memories of this detestable character with whom I severed ties four years ago?

I try to cut him off, but even in dreams, his face would appear, along with scenes and symbols that do not indicate a restoration, not even of friendship, will ever take place.

Time and again I let go of the past, but in a way, the past does not seem to want to let go of me. If I must search for the root cause of all this by digging deep, then I must risk opening my wounds.