Memories

My memories are starting to take me over.

They crash into my consciousness

breaking the walls

and returning from my subconscious mind.

Cactus glasses.

Front handsprings.

A movie unfinished.

Thin mayo.

Graveyards.

A chase around a park.

Perhaps letting them in is a bad idea.

We went our separate ways.

And time has passed as it always will.

Healing all pain just like it's supposed to.

You said you don't know why

and sorry if it was weird.

I don't know why I wrote this.

I hope it isn't weird.