Blur
Recalling memories
is like opening your eyes under water.
Sounds are blended
and extended
in echos as far as the eye can see.
Colors run together
in a haze of recollection.
The harder you try to grasp them
the faster they slip
through
your
fingers.
But knowing this:
Do you continue to look back upon them?
Or do you let the moment pass
to make way for something new?
is like opening your eyes under water.
Sounds are blended
and extended
in echos as far as the eye can see.
Colors run together
in a haze of recollection.
The harder you try to grasp them
the faster they slip
through
your
fingers.
But knowing this:
Do you continue to look back upon them?
Or do you let the moment pass
to make way for something new?