Those tiny ties and knots of certain things in life brought back sparks and glints to my days. When two things meet; past and present. it illuminates the blur, obscure and dim images that vividly appears in my mind.
The human mind holds an endless citadel of memories. Part of it stored and treasured, part of it buried, cremated to dust…contrastingly.
It took me courage, bravery and valour to once rediscover and revive a slight section of what I used to think it had vanished. Apparently it has been wondering in the present time despite the fact that I’ve shoved it down to the abyss, well that is what I assumed in bygone days.
Feeling neutral, and inevitable modestly melancholy. Time does not heal instantaneously but curing doesn’t take forever to occur. The trick is when?
Avoidance, thanks to that I’m a hypocrite in disguise. Perplexed on which step to take next, synchronously wondering why did I decided to bring it all up in the first place.
Facing it without actually dealing the real deal. Look at how words easily got tangled between their own definitions similarly to what my heart tells me. Pour me a heavy load of true atmosphere.
I need to sleep and float on clouds, not forgetting to slide down the vanilla skyline above the thoughts.
how nice if we could really reach the blue sky and float with the clouds (:
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