musings and contemplations on the thought box

a safety pin on the bureau
an om banner over the bed
a portrait of four chinese warriors
a door framed by memories and times

outside i hear a snowblower
it sounds like a lawnmower
but with the look of it
i sincerely doubt it is

as the hum of the laptop brings me back to my reality
i glance around at my surroundings
wondering when it was that all of it fell into place
and how it is that i shall put it all together

a long time ago i thought there was a piece of everyone inside me
that every person that i met was somehow a future holder of my person
that all my thoughts were related to those who had effected me
in some place or time and some distant memory

but then i grew up and my mind changed
i found that there was little i could do to escape these faces
try that i could to eliminate these pieces of people from my being
they continued to haunt me everywhere i went

which is why i can't forget what i remember
and i why i can't remember what i forget
for i long to forget those memories
which plague me in my dreams

i wish you weren't a part of me
i wish none of them were
and i'm sure you figured that
but then again, you probably don't even know its you