Laughs and Lobotomies

You know the part in the giver at the end, he sees a town’s lights in the snow.

I still don’t know if I froze to death or found the light.

I see color again when the world is black and gray.

Glimpses come and are gone.

Memories I once had, could have, and couldn’t possibly know.

They peek out sometimes.

Ripples forming on a still lake.

And I myself lost beneath it’s waters.