I laid awake and felt the change
‘Twas unfamiliar, yet not strange
It came away gentle as the light
Without protest nor show of might
Just a whisper in the night
Slowly drifting out of sight
Borrowed youth for a moment in time
Relinquished now as if it was never mine
Paper heart and frail mind
Was all that was there, left behind
Vision unveiled, illusion revealed
Hidden psyche no longer concealed
Naked and exposed, yet somehow free
Hello world, this is me.
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Can you have an affair with a memory?
An intangible something or someone who sticks with you through time? A moment so clear and so vivid, trapped in the past, captured in a jar of glass so that you may gaze upon it from time to time only with your mind’s eye?
What about a recollection so powerful that it still influences the decisions of today? It teases you presently and hauntingly even though the scene can no longer be touched or changed. It is a seductive remembrance brimming with passions unknown and desires unfulfilled.
A dangerous path indeed is Memory Lane.
But it means nothing to you,
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It’s a pattern. An infliction of discontentment and a wandering eye for excitement.
It’s not a matter of fidelity or loyalty, but rather, a lack of interest in the ordinary and the comfort of stability. It is an affair with the mystery and the allure of the unknown. I seek the thrill it affords me, I thrive on it.
Drama is my mistress.
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It’s been a while since we’ve talked and it’s good to hear that not much has changed.
It’s nice to have a constant – a never-altering force that reminds us of stability and reliability. But as much as we can talk and pretend that we’re old friends, the truth is, we’re not. We never really knew each other from the start. The reason? There is no such thing as a constant. No being is capable of staying exactly the same from one moment to the next. We only know each other by memories and we assign attributes using the past. Having only the times of laughter and the times of hardship as reference, I try to piece together a picture of the person you are now, only for it to be distorted again the next time we meet. There is no better, there is no worse – just different. As it should be. We’ve grown. We’ve drifted. We’ve learned to define ourselves as individuals. And while I will never truly know your modus operandi, I do want to let you know that I am thankful to have met you and to have known you, even if it was only for an instant. You aren’t the same person I met so long ago, but I appreciate you nonetheless.
Tread on, my friend.
And as always… I hope you find what you’re looking for.
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It’s just sitting there. Unopened. Unsullied. Unread.
It could say anything- anything at all. It could contain words of encouragement or words of despair. It could be an attempt to reconnect or a means to sever. It could mark a beginning, or it could mean goodbye.
Whenever I get a highly anticipated message that arouses an emotional reaction, I just hold onto it and leave the seal unbroken. I explore the possibilities. What could it say? How should I react? What should I do? I’m already planning a response before I even know what it says.
That moment is filled with so much promise and unlocking its communiqué can destroy that innocence and result in heartbreak. At the same time, the longer I delay my urge to rip it open and devour its contents, the greater the disappointment is if the subject matter proves anti-climatic.
It’s a game that tries my patience against my idealistic nature. A staring contest with me boring my eyes into the envelope, trying to etch the best possible outcome onto the parchment. The uncertainty is painful and often induces an unjustified reaction – blowing it completely out of proportion. How foolish I feel when I become fixated over the potential text and then realize that it was just your basic run-of-the-mill greeting card banality.
And yet, I still can’t seem to bring myself to open it. I want to savor the moment in which anything is possible and rejection is infeasible. A point in time where my heart is simultaneously afloat and broken. A dilemma meant for Schrödinger and his cat.
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