I thought I was PAST all of this?

You hear a song and it brings you back to a moment in time where things seemed so right.

It brings you back to a person who you confided in, maybe for a number of years, maybe only for a short period of time, maybe just for that moment. 



Your eyes capture a simple shape, a figure in the dark, a color that triggers a memory of the way his face curved, the way her hair glowed at dusk, the way it was when you felt a presence next to you. 
 


Your nose catches an aroma, a scent that you were never able to put words to and involuntarily stimulates the nerves in your head, in your fingertips, and sends signals directly to your heart. 
 



It sends you on a journey back in time to a place you may or may not want to go. 



And even now I wonder why...moments that seemed so insignificant in my life at one point are now moments that I can't seem to forget.

Are you a safe driver?

I've come to terms with the fact that I'm full of feeling. I know how I feel at the exact moment I feel it. And I'm not usually afraid to say it. I believe life is too short to beat around the bush and too precious to be bottled up. I've come into contact with people who are obviously nothing like me. I do enjoy a variety in relationships with people, so of course I encounter those who do not wear their emotions on their sleeves. It gets to the point where I question if they feel anything at all. I know of people who use false intimacy as a way to keep people around, but only at arms length. They use just enough to keep others near but not nearly enough to keep others close. Why? What is there to fear?... feeling anything? Let's just say I'd rather be an emotional car crash than an illusioned "safe" driver. Because being safe doesn't necessarily mean never being hurt by someone else. Instead, you're doing the hurting to yourself.

Then again, I guess it's not my place to question...