Wicked and unwound, I watched as I let it slip away.
There was the time when I saw you standing there. A correlation of thoughts and words that I could not comprehend. You were a distant shadow begging for light and trying to find a way inside.. I let it slip.. Now all I have are torn pages and letters written into a book. A book I shouldn't even own because it belongs to you. I wrote once about fingerprints smeared on a window and no matter how soon they would be wiped off, they still would have existed.. they were still a part of that moment. What Ive failed to realize is that over time memories fade.. never burned into forgotten thought but buried deep below life's experiences and troubles. The disappointing part is that with time, those feelings change. We can remember the thoughts and the description of those feelings but we can no longer connect to the emotional aspect of those feelings.. it feels like a burden because the emotion is the most important part of any experience.. emotion is why we write, why we act and why we suppress. A memory without the feeling fails to inspire.. We cannot uproot the past looking for the fire, the drive, that gave us the creativity to express why that moment in life was so important.. We cannot do this because those emotions do not belong to the present. Though they may be similar to the present and may have led you to the present they cannot be applied to the present. Time has led us into a different day and its a disrespect to those moments to try and apply the passion from long ago into a crutch for something new.