memories

my memories float like clouds in the vast sky which is my mind.
sometimes the clouds are nothing but neon smoke that lights up the entire sky . other time times they are deep shades of grey without any silver linings.but my favorite ones are the golden clouds that outshine even the sun with their brilliance.these might be a few but i know they'll be there forever , even after the neon colors fade and the grey evaporates.
my golden memories will be the ones worth living for.

made up

i look at the cup of coffee in my hands.it is perfectly smooth, made of sea foam like blue porcelain. delicate and fragile, just like those happy dreams i had once wished to live. but that was another life. the life that ended when the nightmares began. the happy dreams started to haunt me and make me believe that i could never ever get what i wanted. that i would never be as good as i wished to be. that reaching the top required a ladder that would always remain elusive.
i take a big sip of the hot brown liquid and burn my tongue in the process. a voice in my head says ''serves you right for wanting more than you deserve ''. the other voice agrees.
this is the story of my life.