Every day that passes feels like months years ago. August now seems vacant and July never existed. Time keeps forcing itself away, like an endless ocean, each wave floating on the surface and disappearing before you can appreciate it. I can no longer hear the music within myself. It's like the small fractions that create my imagination are slowly dissipating into oblivion. I can't remember anything that happened in January, and I can barely remember yesterday morning. Whether something happened a week ago or a year ago, it's all a blur now. Either way it's lost, either way it's gone. It's trapped in something I can't even remember. It's my memory, and I don't even know it's there. I just climb thousands of walls every day to see what's on the other side of the day, and then it vanishes and as I look behind me I see nothing but my foot prints, which also fade in the distance. Why is it, no matter how hard we try to keep the closest moments in the front of our eyes, so we may see them replay with just the right thought, that they vanish into nothing? They aren't even in the back of our minds. We sometimes forget things have ever even happened, so there leaves the question, how do we know what REALLY happened? If you can't even remember something that supposedly occurred on the time line, why bother in trying to create a facade to cover your forgetful face? We as people remember the most minute details that make no sense, but when it comes to important things, we stumble and fall, blank out and black out, till we don't know which way it was that we were walking. We are ghosts in someone else's life. Unknown and invisible to the rest who wander this endless, unanswered void.
I guess it's either one of two choices:
To either stop walking in this journey that I can't remember starting,
or cut off my own feet.
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This is an important article I wrote on my livejournal, and felt I should post it here as a column for all to see. It means a lot to me to get your thoughts. Please comment. It's a diary/venting/philosophy/vision entry. Not to be critically critiqued. Picture is not mine.
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I've got a friend who's quite forgetful...no, not like short-term memory loss. It's worse. It's sad-- she cannot face reality, and it seems that she'd probably be able to relate to this because she can't remember things or people sometimes, not even the people she loves...she keeps a journal just so she can re-read it and "remember" the memories that she's lost.
She's already taken a step ahead and lives in a fantasy world to be that "facade from reality" that Blue Rew spoke of. It depresses me. Sometimes, I've got to "remember" things for her, or even carry that wicked job of saying, "Wake up, or the world will devour you."
Really, I agree with your little jumbles of thoughts here...we're shadows in a monotonous world, and it really seems to make sense that we forget things, because as we're forgetting, we, too, are being forgotten.
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thank you for being so understanding.
My poetry is my journal of my life.
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It is called a "defense mechanism" and the why
is simple...Each life experience of any magnitude
offers us a lesson, but demands a confrontation
first. The social arenas of modern day have surrounded these essential experiences with a
perplexity of sensory invasion. Our consciousness can only handle so much. We have all but lost touch with our ability to interpret our unconscious (and most valuable) teacher. We have labels today for this defense mechanism: ADD, Autism, etc and view them as disabilities when in reality, such souls are the lucky ones. They are more able to bring life back down to a level that can be handled.
They live outside of the norm...and when you consider that the norm is frantic, chaotic and
sometimes ignorant to the point of self-harm;
you can see the benefits of being able to "build
your own little world" in a manner of speaking.
Strong write in its language and focus.
Thank-you for giving me the chance to voice a
strong opinion I hold. Be positive about forgetfulness, it happens for good reasons. Blue
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I totally agree with your opinions. I know all about that. The questions were mainly rhetorical, just thinking out loud. Thanks for your feedback.
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Kerri, this is excellent!
And..unfortunately, it's true in so many cases....
Bravo
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