Hollow Pasts

Many times I pass my old home remembering the many past times that were birthed there, like a new-born child coming into the world; purity is untarnished and whole. Memories encrusted in its walls, slowly being covered with cobwebs and dust created by unknown spirits. Many pasts become tainted with unwanted and unwelcome entities that many become false and are then forgotten, like a sudden wave of resistance. As hollow as it may seem life itself creates voids that may never be filled, like a newly created crater; a dent in one’s life. Regardless of what path I follow it is surely going to fork; confusion thrives in these unknown areas of one’s life. My past becomes hollow causing endless memories to leak out; forgetfulness is not known in my own little world for my inner being seeps out of my very own skin, like moisture owned by the earth we walk on. Hollow pasts are becoming one with nature for each of us are created by this misunderstood entity for many underestimate its strength and destructive essence. Memories become something of the past, regardless of how often they are created; each one becomes text in one’s unwritten autobiography. Hollow pasts? They are something of the unseen future, alone and endured by many.