Linear time is a funny thing.
Every instant of our lives can never be repeated, only through memories or dreams.
Pain haunts us and the good times will always make us smile.
My hardware seems to be failing on me.
Memories forgotten easily only to be my mind listlessly drifting from day to day.
I don’t often remember what i’ve done the previous day,
a skip in the disk, scratch in my brain.
But that’s why we have friends who’ve been with us from the beginning.
Gaps in time backed up on our collective consciousness.
The quiet nights on the train, late night 40s sipped in the shadows of a neon hummm.
I’ve forgotten the names and places of faces I’ve seen in the blue green waters reflected staring at me from the depths of my path.
But i can no more deny their importance because though I’ve forgotten,
they’ve cut, shaped and molded my daily programming.
Those that know me know my past,
its written with every word spoken,
every slight stare from my eye,
and every smile I’ve shared reflecting from my past, forward.
so true. i cherish the friends who can remind me of my stupid mistakes in the past.
whoa…. so weird…cause i’ve had this conversation before… crazy that you think the same exact thing….