Sullen Memories with the Moon
Originally published on November 28, 2006
The moon was as bright as the smoky sunlight and cast pastel shadows on the sand. The water was a charcoal gray and crawled up the shore with foamy arms. It was the tenth anniversary of that day, and I had gone through with my tradition of avoiding myself then. Memories do have a way to catch up to a running soul, and my thoughts were polluted by the sight of his blood on the sidewalk. No matter how loud I put my music or how hard I focused on my schoolwork, I couldn’t get the face of his ghost out of my actions. I directed tear-glazed eyes toward the silver moon and spackled night sky. Before I had always thought there was nothing I wouldn’t give to change everything that happened, but now, I’m not so sure. I’ve become stronger and wiser because of my loss and I’m not so sure it would have been better if he had stayed alive. But who am I to talk? I can’t control time and I can’t take it back.
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