Reminisce some time…

Time definitely doesn’t heal all wounds. Some scars never really go away.

Fond-yet-bittersweet memories are like the cranial equivalent of that photo album you keep in a storage box under the bed, mixed in with half-forgotten yearbooks and that Valentine from fourth grade, the one you still can’t bring yourself to toss out.

You reach back there, behind the calculus textbook you never used again, and pull out the memories, into the brightly-lit forefront of the mind. Brush off the neural dust, and recall a time and place not so far away, not so long ago. Happy, smiling faces immortalized in glossy rectangular prints. Oh, to be young again… for you always feel old when thinking about the past.

And then, after some time, they’re tucked back away in the deeper parts of the mind, to rest in darkness until the time is right to revisit them again. Because that’s they only way you know how to deal with it, to put it away. Not lost, never forgotten, but away, beneath the daily distractions and short-term recollections.

And you think about that poem you started almost a year ago, and realize that even now, even still… you can’t finish it. You probably never will.

keep it, the feelings