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April 8th was my 15th sober birthday.I entered into psycho-rama shortly after. It's strange how anniversary's bring all the ghosts to gather round and reminisce. The theme this year, maybe every year..is lies. No wonder they made it a commandment. Speaking of which, someone once told me that the 'crown of thorns' in religious dogma represents thoughts. And the 'thou shalt not kill' one was described as you can not kill...it's impossible to kill...people never really die. Memory is a bitch. Which fits right into my ghosts that are visiting. Some have been dead for a long time...some..like my mother...I never even knew. She is a total fabrication...maybe they all are. I left everything and everyone I knew and burned every bridge that could possibly lead to me. It was necessary. Comparatively I'm on a different planet, practically reincarnated, but the pull back there is so strong sometimes. I even imagine a fairy-tale type quality to the life that was. I can still after all this time pick up the old lies and wear them...just like Cinderella's slipper.
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