Blog post on Nov 16, '09 11:43 AM
(Orange words edited on Nov. 20, '09 9:57 am)
Don't feel like writing but I think I should. Because that's what writing's for. Giving me the words when there are none. I just finished chatting with a friend and digging up old memories he forgot but were somehow hidden somewhere deep within me. I am also listening to old songs from not so long ago but a different phase of my life nontheless. It's funny what these memories bring back. Or likewise what triggers those memories. Like a line from a song or a poem began and pulled out 'til you find yourself singing the whole thing even if you hadn't heard it in a long time. You find these memories are just locked deep withing you. But then the latch opens with a click of something, an old scent maybe, or a conversation with a friend--and then you find yourself unfurling memories still intact. You know them well of course, but only generally, vaugley. But just one tug and all the details, the feelings come back.
Sometimes I wish I had power over Time. To turn it back or move it forward. But sometimes all it takes is power over your memories to have power over Time. You get stuck it the past but in retrospect you see how your future turned out to be what you know as your present. Suddenly it all looks different from where you stand. And you realize, "Those low notes and high notes made a good song after all..."
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