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24 July 2004 15:26Memories...how many of them float through the universe without being touched? How many of them go by unnoticed? How many of them will be locked up in a cave, not being able to see daylight ever again?
Where do memories hide? In a closet? In food? In sounds? In smells? Do they have a favorite hiding place? And...what good are memories? So often memories have sneaked into my mind. While I was eating a sandwich, while I was watching the sun go down, when I was just walking down the road. For no reason they just enter my mind and take me on a journey. Sometimes the journey is peaceful, and fun, sometimes it makes me cry, sometimes it leaves me nothing but confused and sometimes it get's me upset. What are they? Just ghosts from the past? Will they die when I stop thinking them? Will they die when I die, or will someone else still think them for me? How many memories are out there that I have forgotten about? Will I ever be able to meet them again? Sometimes I think little pieces of me are out there, somewhere, experiencing those memories over and over again. Sometimes I feel like I'm a memory myself. I feel like someone is watching me from up above, trying to think me as her memory. How weird is that?
Memories....they come and go, sometimes I can hear them when the wind blows, sometimes I can see them in the ocean and sometimes I can feel them, deep down in my heart, whenever I think 'really deep thoughts'...
Where do memories hide? In a closet? In food? In sounds? In smells? Do they have a favorite hiding place? And...what good are memories? So often memories have sneaked into my mind. While I was eating a sandwich, while I was watching the sun go down, when I was just walking down the road. For no reason they just enter my mind and take me on a journey. Sometimes the journey is peaceful, and fun, sometimes it makes me cry, sometimes it leaves me nothing but confused and sometimes it get's me upset. What are they? Just ghosts from the past? Will they die when I stop thinking them? Will they die when I die, or will someone else still think them for me? How many memories are out there that I have forgotten about? Will I ever be able to meet them again? Sometimes I think little pieces of me are out there, somewhere, experiencing those memories over and over again. Sometimes I feel like I'm a memory myself. I feel like someone is watching me from up above, trying to think me as her memory. How weird is that?
Memories....they come and go, sometimes I can hear them when the wind blows, sometimes I can see them in the ocean and sometimes I can feel them, deep down in my heart, whenever I think 'really deep thoughts'...
