#365DaysOfWriting – Day 157

Flashbacks

They arrive like bolts of lightning.

Distracting.

Leaving you lost.

Wondering.

Mixing within the crevices of your mind.

Confounding.

Memories, like raindrops.

Refreshing.

I stare blankly at the clouds.

Moving.

‘Back’ isn’t a bad direction, really.

Keep looking.

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