Monday, June 08, 2009

Past Perfect

Nothing haunts us with more ferocity and elicits more horror that the ghost of our past. Those memories bind us more securely than the chains that adorn the August members of the shadow-realm. There is no escape; no exorcism that will free us, no fire that will ease the cold chill that billow towards us in a constant draft, no salve that will erase the scars left on the soul.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

You write so well! I love your blog and wish you wrote more often.
You know what I think hurts us more than our own pasts sometimes?
Other people's pasts. Tempered with their actions and our assumptions, it's a cocktail I cannot seem to handle yet.

Hope your mouth is free of pain now :-)

duende said...

and you have anon admirers as well?
wtf!