Distant Memories.

Distant memories, freshly imprinted on an unsuspecting mind,
Singing the joy of times gone by.

Was walking through one of the shopping centres in Preston on Wednesday when the loneliness and despair just suddenly struck me. I know what I need to do - to fill my days with incessant tasks of great importance, to pick up that forlorn guitar at the corner of the room, to pick up appropriate skills in dealing with substances of abuse, but not to misuse - but right now I just can't see beyond the empty half of the double bed I shouldn't have bought, and the half-empty boxes of tissues I know I'd never use.