Eating Daisys

Each time i begin to forget the memories come up again. Their ice cold grip falls and shatters the delicate happiness begun to take place. These memories brake the smiling facade and reveal the pain. So old, so real, so familiar. I've grown accustomed to it now. A comfort more then a burnden, the sadness, for every gentle smile is fragile. Just waiting for reality to strike. To say, i fooled you. To wake me up frome this happy waiting until i remember that it doesnt exist. Not for me, not really. and once it does i feel relieved, at least now im not waiting for the next bad to strike...