My memories are endless…and vivid. However I have selected memory in cases where events proved too painful, but after my stoic “enlightenment” even those episodes became far and few.
The selected few that know me….of sort…will attest to that I am not as stoic as I want to see myself. After all I operate as a free agent and only swear allegiances – when necessary – to the highest bidder. And although I sought composure for most of the last two years, pain….both physical and emotional…turned me into the Devil herself.
But so we grow, then regress, only to realise where we faltered and we pull ourselves up and continue our journey. Perhaps I am the exception, so please don’t ask me where I am going. It’s possibly the only thing I don’t have an adequate answer to. But if you decide to ask nevertheless, then point me in the direction of Sunset Blvd. It’s the only place with some certainty I know will be devoid of zenith.
The sun is setting, I am naked to the elements…and utterly free