Memories

Sometimes memories creep into my mind. And all I can think about is what was, what has been. Feelings of nostalgia and longing pull on my heart. Knowing what I've given up brings tears to my eyes. A time when I was little, I didn't have these feelings, these memories. What happened? Memories of sitting in a truck, talking about what is, while Tim McGraw sings to us on the radio. Memories of summers past, when having a good time was all I cared about. Memories of family. Of love. Memories of pain, and knowing what being numb to the world felt like, memories of tears and sorrow and months of agony. Memories of confusion and fear. Of not knowing what was next. Memories of how far I had come, and how far I planned on going. Memories of how I got where I am now. Yea. Sometimes memories creep into my mind.