I really do hate silence. It allows memories to flood my brain and oftentimes I would rather them stay in the past than bother me in the present. Not because the memories are necessarily bad (in fact most are good) but because they are no longer physically accessible to me. I think, recall, process, dream and imagine things very vividly. Still, a person never gets back time. The ever illusive treasure of our lives.
So today while I was laying there silently, my trip to the Mediterranean
Updated 12th April 2011 at 09:06 AM by seaofghosts