remembering to forget
There are times when i think i stare at a moment a little too hard. I want to capture every moment, every single instance, every face and every emotion. A song and picture for every moment, but only to watch it shrivel into oblivion. Sometimes when you think about some people, all that stays with you is a name, an idea and a fantastical image - a picture of an imaginary person. Soon he is a figment of your imagination.
This is when it gets difficult and strangely, disconcerting. Sometimes the painful, hurtful and the unhappy just get wiped out. A clean slate and it's only the sparkling moments that stand out. But i also want to remember why i frowned, and how much i held back the tears and when was it that i bit my lip till i could taste the blood.
There are times when i watch in disbelief at familiar memories falling apart. Just like how you would imagine portraits on sand to fly away in a desert. A gust of wind and the most delicate top layer that holds the secrets skims away and flies, dissipating into nothingness. The portrait lies there - vulnerable and orphaned. It's only a matter of time before it ceases to exist and you begin to believe that the memory never was.
This is when it gets difficult and strangely, disconcerting. Sometimes the painful, hurtful and the unhappy just get wiped out. A clean slate and it's only the sparkling moments that stand out. But i also want to remember why i frowned, and how much i held back the tears and when was it that i bit my lip till i could taste the blood.
There are times when i watch in disbelief at familiar memories falling apart. Just like how you would imagine portraits on sand to fly away in a desert. A gust of wind and the most delicate top layer that holds the secrets skims away and flies, dissipating into nothingness. The portrait lies there - vulnerable and orphaned. It's only a matter of time before it ceases to exist and you begin to believe that the memory never was.
