Our minds, our memories, work in convenient ways. Pain fades over time and we’re left only with the faint idea of what we’ve done. With occasional flashbacks. So quick, it passes us by in a blink unless we are aware, wanting to catch it. Explore it. Rip it open. Back to the pain.
Tags: aware, convenient, explore, flashback, honest, memories, pain, reflect, self, Thoughts, truth
Thursday, April 17, 2008 at 7:18 pm
I think this would work nicely as the basis for a poetic piece. It has a rhythm to it that might work nicely in verse.
Thursday, April 17, 2008 at 7:22 pm
Oops! Sorry for the trite repetition… I was working so nicely that I forgot to delete one, What I meant to say was that the piece has a rhythmic feel to it and some abrupt interruptions in the end. I kinda like that in a poem. It’s emphatic.