house on mango street

They say time does not last, but a memory will. Unfortunately, a memory does not always serve the positive requirements that we burden upon it. My memories serve only to haunt me of who I once was, and who I never will be. Home videos are the only trace left of the happy extrovert I once had known myself to be. In particular, one can see a skinny, blond-haired child dancing on the streets of …

…something external. I let the breeze pass by me and realized it had been so long since I had let the little things make me happy. For now on my thoughts could no longer posses my mind for I could liberate them onto paper. No longer would the ghost ache so much. I write it down and the pain says goodbye sometimes. It does ! not control my mind anymore. It sets me free. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ **Bibliography**