There’s freedom in the wind. I feel its power, its carefree energy. It drowns out every noise letting me know that at the moment, there’s nothing to fear. Ashes. The cleanest form of human existence.
Free of sin, despair, misery.
Most memories fade like cheap plated gold. Insignificant, irrelevant, inconsequential. But other memories? The expensive ones? Those stand the test of time. Those memories, the precious and priceless, they’re stored. Hidden behind sturdy walls, buried deep, under thick soil. I keep those memories in the dark. Every day I force myself to forget, fearing they’ll be retrieved, relieved, remembered.
Every 7 years, our bodies regenerate cells. Our skin sheds, our nails grow, hair falls out. Every 7 years we change to something new.
Untainted. Unsullied. Untouched.
Lovia