September 2, 2011
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A memory to remember
If I could have one memory to remember, it would be a simple one.
It’s crowded, and the noise of the people puts blinders on all my senses. My hearing dims, and my heart slows. I can’t feel anything.
The warm night feels like nothing. It’s warmth escapes me. A breeze rolls past, and for a moment, I feel something.
Yet, my vision is tunneled on absolutely nothing, and I couldn’t care less. Even if I cared, it wouldn’t matter. This warmth is absolutely meaningless.
I walk through the crowd trying to regain my senses. I’ve had enough of this night. I’ve had enough of it all. My feet hurt, and my legs don’t want to bring me further.
Still, I look around. I look for something. Something… I don’t know. Something from a long time ago. I look for it…
And for a moment, I see you.
And just for a moment, you see me.
No, this isn’t love at first sight. It isn’t something as childish as that.
As for what it is, I don’t really know. Yet, in that moment, it all happens. Nothing is ever the same.
You know it, and I know it.
It’s so… very simple.
A future is seen. A vision is had. Everything is in it.
But nothing is done in that moment.
Because I can feel the hardness of the keys on my fingers as it all comes back. A memory to remember is a fantasy.
And I’m only a dreamer not a realist. Still, even if I was the opposite, this dream… requires two realists.
Because a dreamer dreaming unto a dreamer is just a tragedy.
And this is a tragedy.