The past allows for re-entry
It is never the same as the first time
Yet it remains impossible to change
Nudging open the door, entering a bygone time
We move about the silent scene
Merely unwanted apparitions
Why do we return?
Why can we not let some things fade?
Some memories are not worth saving
But they push through like
Horror corpses in cemeteries
Zombies of time demanding to be fed
Wish I could live in the now
But the now is made up of the then
And the future obscenely awaits us…
© 2015 ViataMaja
IMAGE: St. Mark’s Square, Venice, Astrological Clock
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It would be good if we could choose to only see the part of the past we could enjoy living through again – and so often we do, but other memories follow through that cause great pain because we can finally see the mistakes we made that caused ourselves and others great pain because of the acts that had foolish consequences. But did we learn from it? Did we accept responsibility from what this memory showed us? Or do we still pretend it wasn’t
us?
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Good questions, SonniQ. I want to say, “YES! I LEARNED!” but not so sure when I start looping stuff or recognizing old-timey behavior. Still, we try. That must count for something?
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