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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 beginningIt is a vicious cycle after allThe one we are living inIt all ends where it beginsSometimes there are years in between,Minutes or fragments of a secondBut momentary madness undefined by the rules of space and timeLasts as long as a heartbeatIt could be a fragment of a second,Minutes or yearsBut 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 lossIt could be the death of someone special, or possibly a dogThe failure in a career or the ridiculousness to maintain a social lifeThe breakup of a long flourished relationshipThat we thought was going to lastThe death of a nation – or a flagAny lossAt times, I think we should bow to the magnificent creationCalled forgettingIf the human mind, was able to remember all the single detailsFeelings, events, sparks and disappointmentsWe will be rotting in our memories, forgetting that ahead of usLays a new unexplored horizon of many more fights to overcomeIf we are trapped in our disappointing memoriesWill we ever be able to live?