A Cascading Melody of Flooding Memories.
Its different how a memory differs from a picture. True someone can have memories from a picture. But the millisecond of sound, and light that flashes in your mind. Fragrance, and feelings of long ago. And you look up, and the daze starts to drift in, ever so quietly. Don’t you enjoy how subtle dazes are? They are like Ninjas or a cancer. You don’t know its there, ever so soft and silent, it creeps in and before you know it, your lost in its wrath or rapture. A couple days ago, I saw a child. A stranger mind you, but still a child, playing around my apartment complex. He was playing by himself, and got shot at least a total of 6 times by an imaginary gunslinger. What a performance! And in that split second, I was taken back to my days of Thunder, running around and climbing trees. My days of lost time, sweet discovery, and the unknown.
Truth be told, I try to remember to “keep your childlike innocence and wonderment” Cause you never loose it for good. Its always apart of you.
Imagination, I think we were given it so we wouldn’t go insane.
Truth be told, I try to remember to “keep your childlike innocence and wonderment” Cause you never loose it for good. Its always apart of you.
Imagination, I think we were given it so we wouldn’t go insane.