I asked, "why do we hold onto memories?"
"We don't hold onto them, they just don't go away..."
Crazy crazy crazy.
Crazy;
how one song can bring you to the
exact time, date and space from 4 years ago.
or how one song can rip your heart open again,
while you feel the buzzing waves in your temple.
Crazy;
how the mind can remember something so vividly
yet forget some things completely like it had never happened.
Crazy;
how you get a flash of old times,
and it starts unfolding itself in your head like flipping through an album
and you go "aha", that happened.
This part, I like the most.
I get to unravel sinful bittersweet memories
and it makes me smile while I'm behind the wheels.
I am reminded of evergreen moments and
I say to myself, I was living.
And I am still living to anticipate more memories.
Holding onto them and allowing them to stay?
Is it the same?
Holding still,
Fir.
[Asma, on Kuaci's bed, had her earphones plugged in and blasted our chosen sappy songs,]
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