Endless memories flood through my mind like water over stones upon a mighty river. Lacking the capability of building a dam strong enough to hold them back, I dive head first into the river, surrounding myself with the torturous beauty of good times remembered. Sometimes they seem so far away, so distant, I wonder if they ever happened.
The sky opens up with firey rain, each drop sizzling on my skin like bacon. My skin smells like bacon......can this be true? My body feels a new coat, one of wirey hairs, course and dense. Could it be? Am I the swine? Raised to butcher, to fill the bellys of others? Perhaps I shouldn't swim in the river that flows through my mind on a Tuesday again. My bad.
