Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Living in Memory

I bumped into a friend from primary school today. Its funny how time flies, (not necessarily when you’re enjoying yourself), but just how time flies.

She had changed, and so had I, but our memories where the same, back to a time when we were so young. A place, a frozen picture, dead, as time had trampled over its smooth strokes, and vibrant colours, trailing a dark ink behind. Smudging the sharply defined edges of the school yard, with its jagged claws. And yet the frame stands in place, strong and sturdy, as my memory does, for it knows what once lay beneath, a beautiful piece now hidden in dust, smudged and stained. Because beautiful things don’t have to be preserved or carved in stone to live forever, they don’t need to be proved to the senses to exist, they exist and live beneath our souls, surviving off a heart beat, living in every breath we take. We just need to make sure our heart beats, and breathes; you never know ... something beautiful could be living off them.

I want to be happy,
Care free and innocent,
How I long to return a child again,
To leave my future behind,
To a time where nothing matters,
And all that happens, exists not in memory

I want to be happy,
How do I find this utter bliss?
A new face? Or to face the truth?
I long to rid of this dark cloud,
Floating over my head,
To live this nightmare no more.

I want to be happy,
Take me back.
Or cry with me.


Blogger Little Penguin said...

relax man. the past isn't any better than the present. except for travel fares i suppose. everything else was exactly the same but we didn't realise it until we grew up and saw things for what they really are.

parents and elders were conspiring against eachother and against us from day one. nothing's changed. only us. we've only grown up.

8:51 pm  
Blogger Sincerity said...

"Everything else was exactly the same but we didn't realise it until we grew up and saw things for what they really are" ,

I hadn’t ever thought of things that way before to be honest, I guess I saw the past as a different life altogether, but your right, our experiences make us see differently as we grow, and therefore as we start to appreciate life differently, we begin to distinguish between childhood, and the present state of mind. But still, my argument remains, even if life was the same as it is now, back then, as you have suggested, but it was only I who was too young to see it as I do now, then I would still like to go back to that state of mind, life seemed nicer through my eyes then. I know it may sound like a stupid thing to say, because we all know time does one thing, and that’s tick forward, but this is one of those “If you ever got one wish from a genie what would it be?” answers that I would provide. That’s for the time being anyway, my answer to that question changes as frequently as you change your “future profession” ideas ... :)

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

thats really true. sometimes when im in a rush i wonder if i have any time at all!!!

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10:36 pm  
Blogger Sincerity said...

loooool, yea thanks...I’m starting to take on board the "you laugh and the whole world laughs with you, you cry and you cry alone" philosophy anyway...

12:24 pm  
Blogger Hajar said...

Here's crying with you!

2:20 pm  

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