One of my sisters, randomly threw this question out at me in front of my bride. This brief chat took place two maybe three weeks past. "How many lives have you lived in your life? My immediate reponse was two or three. Which was such a fucking lie. Never did figure out her agenda or from whence this topic came. And really, I have tried to let it go. Is it human nature that I can't seem to shake it off?
Was this Human Nature? Was she really just being sassy curious? I don't know. Was this some form of an attack on the past lives I've lived? I don't know that neither, but she as well as the entire Clan and beyond would know when I said three arbitrarily, I was keeping truths from escaping my lips.
Is it Human Nature that I should let this hurt so deeply? Knowing that she sure damn well knows what type of lives I have lived...
Would it be human nature to feel the tornado of emotions, flashbacks and memories? The smell memories? The touch memories. Memories of lives that included folks, that were at that time in my life Kindred. Folks, that have died of dreadful diseases and folks who moved away. A Brother murdered by Columbians...kindred shot and or stabbed to death...them perpetrators who abused me...
...is it human nature to miss and sometimes cry for the many lives I've had with them known as friends and them known as lover's. The memorie's of my heart. I was so young and so irresponsible and so mad to live the live's I lived...
...those Memories that remain stowed away...memories.
...Oh God, the memories.
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