In the blink of an eye, the bat of an eyelash, a few wrong words dropped, and a flood of memories comes rushing back. A cataclysm of tears rises in my eyes as I turn my head away with the pain of still fresh wounds.
I guess things will be like this for awhile. I don't let it drag me down, but sometimes it leaps out of the darkness and tears off my bandages and rips off my scabs. I bleed again, and redress the wounds, but each time, the damage done by this devilish imp is a little less. Each time, I find my wounds a bit better. Each time, its a little easier to pick up and move on.
I'm moving on...