what a perfect day to be nothing but new.
the afternoon rain washed away all traces of the morning’s gloomy smudges, smeared onto my life by the past’s frantic chasing of today’s happiness, wishing to contaminate the present with yesterday’s bitterness.
the yapping sounds of nagging voices have been drowned by the melody of tomorrow’s bells and songs; resentful and sulky words don’t mean much anymore, laughter is all it takes to ignore yakkety-yaks. funny how some things get stuck where they are. and it’s amazing how the mold remains intact even if it is the wrong cast.
i tripped on a three-legged table, and my blindfold got displaced. with new eyes, i saw that the whole world’s changed. people i think i knew speak differently, dress a little more wildly, wear a whole lot of gunk on their faces, talk trash, pretend to be who they’re not. these people are strangers. nostalgia betrays.
i tried to speak up. after years of practice, of falling in love and making love with words, i still was unable to get my message across. disclosure failed to deliver clarity. revelation was unclothed, but was mocked.
so you simply mumble whispers of thanks for your new discoveries. and run forward.
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sometimes forgetting becomes tricky because just when you think you no longer remember, memories get up, lean over and plant a kiss on your lips.
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but whosoever said that we have to forget? we don’t. we just move on, is all.
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