Memories

A reminder
A simple object
A profound memory

Sometimes I slip into a mental nonchalance. A place in time where I allow my mind to wander to familiar but non-existent places. It's so much easier to hang out there. Soak in the vivid memories and envision new and better realities.

But I'm certain that's the root of my unrealistic expectations. A fantasy that I perpetuate regardless of the fact that I will eventually be hurt by it.

The real difficulty comes during the days/nights where the soothing (albeit short) quality of past & fantasy is the only balm that seems to work.

The battle rages.