15 Apr

In the process of getting older and particularly ‘growing up’, we fail to realize that at some point, a reversal is taking place.

A nickname printed on the rear of someone’s car. A random thought. A point raised in a casual discussion. A photo with a familiar caption. A smile possessing similar features. A word’s syllable. Even my own nickname for goodness’ sake. Every little thing triggers memories so powerful that… that… I find myself stuck in the middle of a storm. But beautiful memories… but then again… they’re long gone and we have long become strangers.

At some point, we begin to contradict ourselves.

One Response to “Storm”

  1. Wes ~ PFCNFS ~ April 17, 2013 at 6:20 PM #

    Agree with that Aadil… but it’s only the first half. The really painful rest comes in approx. ten years. And then, amazingly, you will also start to rethink some of these seeming contractions.

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