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Reflecting and breaking the chains of wistful memories |
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Circles, I have gone in circles. From crossing the line into freedom to crawling back into the darkness of hope and pitifulness. Nostalgic love, yes, I have longed for that such thing. Gazing upon the memory of long past. I stare, and long for its reconnection with the present. It’s essence filling my veins, opening my mind and sending myself into a euphoric state of being. Yet Ardently seeking such a thing is not for the best. It is past, it is done. One cannot change the past, so I am told, and so I have witnessed. The world does not bend to one’s ego, no matter how much we wish it to. The world is too vast and brilliant to halt for one will, and a will that is not flowing with the very universe itself. The universe functions upon change, and to dwell in the realm of the past is not following the rest of the universe; that is to say, all things, living and nonliving.
Yes, what I am now does intrigue me at times when I compare it to particular past memories. How I long to show up what I was, right my stupid mistakes and help the ones I loved. Such things I could do now, such brilliant motivation I would have had. However, those memories from years ago are there only as an imprint. They are ghosts, lingering but not truly within this world, no longer within physical form. To take these memories and put them inside a box so I can view them and admire them but not be bound by them is not something I find will be an instant thing. It could be, if I let it, but, until then, this will be a growing mind set. I appreciate and love dearly the memories I have; those beautiful alluring memories. However, the present is too, alluring and encompassing, and if not embraced, I will continue to remain as I am, ash.
EzraSilvreXIII · Wed Jan 04, 2012 @ 06:43am · 0 Comments |
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