...and then there are memories ... echoes of whispers, almost silent as the colors of a faded picture and yet they haunt us, undeniably.And we lay in their bosom as they sing forgotten lullabies not realizing what you thought was the embrace of a long lost friend is the cold grasp of the tentacles of reality.
There is no such thing as a "happy memory" is there?? For what is memory if not the death of time?Your first step,the 5th time you saw rain fall,the 52nd time you scraped your knees,that first kiss,that bright winter night,the old woman at the window with the sad eyes,the 23rd of a particular month...all gone,snatched away the very moment it came to be ....like a still born baby.....beautiful but never there again.Each memory we have is but a burden,a shadow of what was,our foolhardy will to outlive the enevitable,to make sense of this malady....and like drowning men we clutch at the straws of memory ...while memory drags us down deeper...and deeper....
thumbs up!!!!!!
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