Memory

My memory is a curse I shall never be able to get rid of.

Too many injustices for me to completely forget.

Too many unfounded biases for me to endure;

Now.

That door to childhood

Childhood (Photo credit: Bindaas Madhavi)

I opened the door to my childhood today. How I wish everything was just the same today, as it was then. How I wish the colours could change and my eyes could see the things they crave.

I want the things to stay the same, never to change. But isn’t change the only thing that doesn’t change?

So I close that door again; knowing, that no matter how many times I try to open it, I will never be the same again. Knowing, that my childhood is now long gone, buried in a place I call memory.

I have grown up, my childhood friends are not the same, and life needs to move on.