Write about: the lost years.
Another relatively quiet day at work. Hot again, but not as bad as yesterday.
Stuck trying to catch up on posts again...
soaked days spent building sand castles at the water's edge. Ice cream
in the shade. Running through sprinklers until baths before bed.
rainbow leaves, chasing them through the woods as fingers ache from the
coming cold. Blanketed evenings in the company of books. Sleepovers
with late night buttered popcorn and cheesy movies.
chocolate breath fogging the air. Snowmen armies in the yard. Snowball
fights creating both laughter and tears. Endless soup dinners with
family and friends. Playing cards by candle light.
And then... nothing. No memories. Just a black gap, a yawning chasm with an unknowable bottom.
then... working two jobs. Crippling debt. Collection agents. A new city
every few months. Sleepless nights. Paranoia a steadfast companion,
never leaving my side.
those missing years. What happened? Why can't I remember? Someone must
know, surely. Someone must be able to shed light on that maddening
All I have to do is find them.