75/365: Finale
It seems the moments went so fast,
I couldn't bask in one for long before it passed

It's in the dark, quiet hours of the early morning (late night?) when I find myself lost in suppressed memories. The human mind is extraordinary. I have 21 years-worth of mental snapshots and visually recorded moments crammed into some intangible thing entitled "the mind". Instances virtually forgotten manage to resurface, triggered by a scent or a song. The type of memories that invoke eyes squeezed tight, as to bring the past into a vivid reality. Yet, somehow, it slips back into the mess of experiences - multiplied by years - to be tucked away in the back of this jigsaw puzzle we call the human mind.



missijay said...

holy crap, that's deep.

Brie said...

Making April Concert 2009