I have been writing again! For a long time I have wanted to join in with Sara and The Prompt but I really struggle with writing on demand and well, remembering to join in. I am linking this piece up for the theme of Motion.
Life Goes On.
No matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t shake the image you know. It was stuck in my head, doomed to repeat over and over again. It was just there. Stuck. Ingrained into my memory like and aged tree whose bark belies it’s age. Holding it’s secrets for all to see for generations ahead.
I remember the early days. I would try to blink to make it go away. Rub my eyes until they became raw and red. But it was pointless. Futile almost. Seared into my retina and pinned to the front of my brain. The first thing I see when I awake and the last thing at night as I will sleep to take me.
Have you ever listened to a record stuck on a scratch. It just plays the same bit over and over and over again until someone moves the needle to a different place so the song can resume? It’s like that except someone forgot to move my needle and reset me to a different place. So here I remain. Stuck. Here. Reliving it all every single day.
I await the day when peace arrives, when the visions are no more and the time I failed fades away. Fades into the background, a memory gone hazy, diluted by time and referred to as the time that was. But for now it is not. For now it is life and for me life does not forget. At least not yet.
So I will keep going. Forward looking ahead. I will propel myself into life. Immersed in the hustle and bustle of all that surrounds me. Keep up with the pace. For life isn’t a spectator sport. Life has motion. Life is motion. We move on. We move. We do. We are. For me, life will go on.