The Luxury of Time

 

I had a vivid memory of her the other day. It was 2006, and she was active, working, and putting on makeup. She was staring at the magnified mirror when I was talking to her. I told her she looked beautiful and she joked about giving me a blowjob later if I was lucky. She kissed me.

The memory wasn't unusual but the clarity was. I could see all the details I had missed earlier in life: Her pretty face, the intense stare into the mirror, and the music playing in the background. 

17 months later, there is a lot of rage left for the people who pissed me off. And they know who they fucking are. 

Days breeze by during the happy moments. My precious cat has become attached to me. The photo above is hopeful, you're in the darkness but the light is just ahead of you. So close.