Hauntington

      

                 Let's take a trip down memory lane. To a place that burns in my mind and heart like an open wound. Expectations of a life torn asunder. There was death here. Lots and lots of death. It is a place to which I sometimes return, bittersweet memories come flooding back of naive youth. Of wanting things a certain way and not seeing the reality of it all. A microcosm, a fish bowl of sorts. We gazed out from behind this imaginary glass not knowing what was beyond, unsure if it was inhabitable. It was up to us to take that chance. And some of us took the chance and ran with scissors and pierced the protective bubble. In some ways it was escape. In others self-rescue. But after all the dust settles and we move on there is a quiet longing to return to a life once lost. There were so many forks in the road, so many twists and turns. Just like Sweet Hollow Road and Jayne's Hill. One can get lost, will we ever find our way back home? Some things make you run, and never look back, like finding a disemboweled raccoon at the park gates after dark when all you are looking for is a good time. But still it is in all of our eyes. A longing to return to simpler times and simpler minds. The heart and mind are tricky and we remember what is sweet and not the pain. And it is the sweetness that hurts us, the longing for the fond memories to return. I can get lost for hours on memory lane, but now I must return from the old stomping grounds and return to my life.