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unavoidedcrisis) wrote2008-12-25 01:52 pm
unavoidedcrisis) wrote2008-12-25 01:52 pm
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Memory Tripping
I got the computer up and running today. It's a comforting old friend on this day of being with family and loved ones. I stuck on an old playlist I dimly recall creating and the memories come flooding back. I'm only two decades old, you wouldn't think I could have so much nostalgia. It's like the old time sepia video footage, with all the crackles and pops left in. The memories rise unbidden; sharp, vivid and vengeful. Enough to make me cringe, usually. It hurts, but I'll be okay because I don't have any other choice. What is done can never be undone, and wishing isn't going to change it.
There are so many people I'd love to see right this very instant, but I think I'll settle for just being able to see them again.
But then there are those who I can't see again, not really. Not unless I close my eyes and cling to the memory. A wisp of music or a familiar smell.
The other side of the coin. Memory. Painful and mean and enough to make you cry, but really the only thing we've got sometimes. Good and bad. Balance. *whew* C'est la vie.
Deep thought is exhausting. It's time for my favourite Christmas tradition: the long winter nap.
There are so many people I'd love to see right this very instant, but I think I'll settle for just being able to see them again.
But then there are those who I can't see again, not really. Not unless I close my eyes and cling to the memory. A wisp of music or a familiar smell.
The other side of the coin. Memory. Painful and mean and enough to make you cry, but really the only thing we've got sometimes. Good and bad. Balance. *whew* C'est la vie.
Deep thought is exhausting. It's time for my favourite Christmas tradition: the long winter nap.