Burried Relics
Friday, 8 June 2007
In restrospect, I'm grateful.
I'm grateful that I was able to enter university and pursue a course of my interest,
when I've been rendered incapcitated and sleeping for almost the entire year of 2006.
There are reasons why relics of the past should be forgotten and left burried.
Father Time has his ways to assuage all the pain that existed before, yet this deception happens only because of the failure of our own memory capacity.
I started the night missing somebody in many good ways (strangely),
yet when I read old blog entries that imprinted the past events...
I remembered why.
I remembered the intensity, vulnerability and rawness of it all.
I'll never forget the words I once heard before and that,
finally and totally determined it all.
So these words that I wrote after what was said stay still:
I loved you, that once. And always.
It's true.
The rawness of the scars and indelible mark left can only mean that.
That scar and pain meant empowering the person with the ability to hurt us and so implies we still care enough to get burnt.
It's a once that stays for the obscure pain does rise to the occassion,
but it doesn't mean that Once merits the same depth, breath and length it once wield.
Tiny minute proportions, but there. Always.
But, remember, I've learnt to bury and ignore the impossible.
2:13 am
