I have these memories from my childhood, misted by time, something like looking through morning dew.It is pleasantly cold.I am looking through a window, old fashioned with wooden rods for bars.the space outside is green, bathed in dew, with morning sunshine in it.
Even today when I am in an unhappy place I try & go back to that place, it lasts just a second, no more.but so fresh, so happy, so envigorating.makes me feel like I can do just anything.
but its difficult to do that you know, to go back to that place, everyone needs a proffessor X I suppose, to help them access the brightest part of their memory system.to help make the best of themselves.
Even today when I am in an unhappy place I try & go back to that place, it lasts just a second, no more.but so fresh, so happy, so envigorating.makes me feel like I can do just anything.
but its difficult to do that you know, to go back to that place, everyone needs a proffessor X I suppose, to help them access the brightest part of their memory system.to help make the best of themselves.
