Remembering Exactly What, Remembering Exactly When.

Minutes and hours pass as the days drift into weeks, and those weeks grow into months. In those exact moments we remember our exact feelings of fear, uncertainty, and we remember the harsh reality as if it were a vivid nightmare that we keep trying to wake up from, but there's no shaking it off with a deep breath; in fact, it takes more than a few to try and remember what it was like months ago, it takes all we have to remember what it was like years ago. We have to carefully remember the not so troubled times because we feel our hearts breaking under the pressure of not knowing. So what do we do? We continue to look for the spark, even if it has dimmed out. We keep it going with our exact faith, and we keep it going with our fragile, but strong hearts. We long for what we had before things fell apart, but all we can do is hang tight. Certain words, smells, sounds, sights, hell even certain physical contact can bring us back to the exact moments that were once minutes, that were once hours and days, and now they've just turned into months, slow creeping months. We will always remember that exact pain that we felt when our hearts started to drop and beat once less beat. The stress, the anxiety, that damn itch we can't seem to find and scratch; it's always going to be there under our skin and embedded into our bloodstream. Even if it goes away for a while, it finds it's way back and we will never understand why and we will never be able to get over it completely. However we can treat it and put it on the mend with some sort of medicine. In this case, we surround ourselves with the ones we love and we try and try and try to keep our chins up, even if our eyes tend to look down. We remember exact moments and we remember exact feelings, but we forget to breathe when things bring us back and bring us down. To keep breathing and to keep loving, that's exactly what we need to remember to do.