Its weird, the memories you keep. All the small fragments of life that seem to drift away into the recesses of my mind have only managed to accumulate in the space where dreams are born. In haunting persistence, a time in my life swarms my dreams in an ostentatious fashion. There are faces and moment and laughter I thought I'd long since forgotten. Somehow your mind keeps things quite hidden until a time when you might need it. And it does this without consent, or even knowledge.
I found my kindergarten crush on facebook. I would have never even thought of him were it not for the keepsake my mind opted to share with me while I slept. And even still, I didn't see a face or hear a voice. It was just a glimmer of the past shining on the present. Seeing his picture...I wouldn't have recognized him if he were to stand in front of me. I can't even remember what he looked like as a child.
What memories are being stored secretly now? What kind of thing does my mind find worth keeping? Will I one day out of the blue, recall the balloon that now hovers lazily just inches off the floor? - Is it the mundane? In 20 years, will I dream of the beautiful face that I lost my good friend to? - Is it the heart-wrenchingly tragic?
Its weird, the memories you keep... and how they can lead you, inspire you, and break you.
I found my kindergarten crush on facebook. I would have never even thought of him were it not for the keepsake my mind opted to share with me while I slept. And even still, I didn't see a face or hear a voice. It was just a glimmer of the past shining on the present. Seeing his picture...I wouldn't have recognized him if he were to stand in front of me. I can't even remember what he looked like as a child.
What memories are being stored secretly now? What kind of thing does my mind find worth keeping? Will I one day out of the blue, recall the balloon that now hovers lazily just inches off the floor? - Is it the mundane? In 20 years, will I dream of the beautiful face that I lost my good friend to? - Is it the heart-wrenchingly tragic?
Its weird, the memories you keep... and how they can lead you, inspire you, and break you.
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