They’re a funny thing, memories.
You can be wistfully looking out of your window, walking through the local town, or immersing yourself in another cinematic story,
Then, suddenly, you are cast into a world you had hoped to forget.
A look, a turn of phrase, a certain scent and your pulse starts racing,
You are pulled into the vortex of hidden memories. The world you abide in stops, and you find yourself standing in another one, different but familiar.
It feels so real. You are there again. You are vulnerable again. You are lost again.
You fall into those buried scenes at warp speed. Reality fades around you.
Start the mantras. Hold yourself. Talk through the pain. Grasp, climb, grip, fight.
Claw your way back to the now.