It hit me like the lightning of a summer rain. Thinking back to those faded memories of my past. I wasted so much time with people that I would never know. Kids, teens, friends, that I knew yesteryear but in the now are all gone. Like water down the drain. Water.. Did you ever pour water colors into a bathtub of water? The colors are so vibrant, and in the water it looks like some kind of mystic ocean of an ancient and hidden world. But it's gone. It only glimmers for moments before it swirls away. Time is the color; time is positively frightening. That sweet fear that embraces you, until you are at home. Like the fly dissolving inside on a web, accepting it's fate and enjoying the warmth of death. I wonder if any of you ever get that feeling where you remember something from your past and you still cringe or feel embarrassed or just think back? I still try to live my life without regrets, but remembering and regretting are two different things... Those friends that were liars and hypocrites. Those friends that I laughed with and played games with. The people of whom I shared drinks. The girls I've kissed. The salty summer air on the beach. The rain that soaked me but made me feel alive... And yours....?