Reflections

Sometimes it's a smell, sometimes it's a glimpse of a familiar face, sometimes it's something someone says out of the blue, but all of a sudden a flood of memories come back to you and hit you like a ton of bricks. You take a seat to take it all in and there's nothing that you can do to control it, to stop it, to slow it down. You just have to let it run it's course and hope the memories won't tear you apart in the mean time.