mostly fiction

There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.

I look back and gather what's left of a reality that I once strung together and labeled love. After awhile, I realize that I've lost track of my emotions-- forgotten when they happened or who they were with. like spotless, I get the best of my blunders. like clockwork, things always end up being okay. 

I've learned to stop keeping track of a hand that never stops ticking.