Sometimes we like to put shit in the back of our brains and its not until something awakens that thought do we experience the feelings of it again. We get comfortable in situations that might not be the greatest for us. This could be a job or a relationship with someone of the opposite sex, hell it could be a relationship with a video game. Whatever it is in your life I’m sure there are hundreds of them floating around in that grey matter of brain that you just don’t choose to access on a daily basis. Then its not until you start to pack up a home that once held so much memory that it hits you. You think back to why you even moved there, what brought you here. You take the pictures off the wall that you clearly remember putting up during better days. You look to empty corners of a living room that once held the holiday tree that had presents you worked so hard to get around it. You live each day in this place and its not until you start to dismantle it do you see the depth of what became of you in this place. The dust comes clean off the thoughts and memories that were lost in that brain and you chose to forget. The feelings almost become catastrophic when they flow through your blood again. Slow down my mind. These walls just watch me sit in silence and fade to nothing. The countdown clock is ticking the days, hours, and minutes I get to look at these faded walls. Soon I will be onto the next chapter in the book I wrote to end this way.