It is fascinating how we – unsophisticated humans – tend to cling to stupid meaningless symbols that remind us of enormous emotions we could have felt at some point in time, of cherished memories of someone who is long gone, of a moment in life where we thought that what we are experiencing is heaven, that we could die in peace; now that light has shown upon us in a moment of elation.
But the light, once there and worshiped, never stays. It fades into filaments of tiny particles that embed in emblems that we encounter in our daily lives; such as the color purple, or the sunrays, or the initials of his name or the sound of the thunder. Stupid little things, serving nothing but bringing out faded memories we are failing to overcome …
Background: Below is a post of non-sense, made up of fragments of nocturnal thoughts shaped by booze, a tired body and a mind overcome by sleeplessness. Guidelines: If you by any chance happen to grasp a meaning out of this post, then you definitely need to seek help for over using your analytical mind and trying to draw a finding out of nothing but illusions and a bunch of meaningless sentences compressed together in a pathetic attempt to come up with a poem.
The end always has the same glow of the beginning It is a vicious cycle after all The one we are living in It all ends where it begins Sometimes there are years in between, Minutes or fragments of a second But momentary madness undefined by the rules of space and time Lasts as long as a heartbeat It could be a fragment of a second, Minutes or years But at the end, it all starts where it ends Is it starting to end… or is it ending into a new start?
We spend our lifetime accommodating to the loss It could be the death of someone special, or possibly a dog The failure in a career or the ridiculousness to maintain a social life The breakup of a long flourished relationship That we thought was going to last The death of a nation – or a flag Any loss
At times, I think we should bow to the magnificent creation Called forgetting If the human mind, was able to remember all the single details Feelings, events, sparks and disappointments We will be rotting in our memories, forgetting that ahead of us Lays a new unexplored horizon of many more fights to overcome
If we are trapped in our disappointing memories Will we ever be able to live?