If only

If time could stay still in the moments that we adore, keep rerunning in our memories, longing to live them again and again, meticulously recalling all the little details, sounds and shades and spoken words that seem to matter more than they did then, like an old movie that after all these years you know by heart.
Time is running away with increasing pace that we are too powerless to slow down.
The persistent feeling of speeding away towards the edge of a cliff exhilarates and mortifies, all in one, filling this seemingly auspicious ride with fascination and terror playing in turns with your mind, juggling unrelated pieces of life that go up and down in the air like a flash, burning into your brain, stirring myriad of emotions that won't like to be forgotten.
The sweetness and the pain of a moment disappearing in front of your eyes with the vague premonition of a future regret.
The lights are descending into shadows, and slowly melting evening sun is touching the day for the last time.
The moment is gone...

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  1. WalkerMarch 28, 2014 at 5:28 AM

    Very nice! One of your best efforts I think.

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    1. AnonymousMarch 28, 2014 at 5:44 AM

      Thank you for reading
      Sometimes I wish I could go back and hide in one of the time pockets, at least for a while

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  2. PonsAnimusMarch 29, 2014 at 3:06 PM

    IF ONLY we could answer the "why", we could finally go for the "where to"... :p

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  3. AnonymousMarch 31, 2014 at 7:33 AM

    Only if

    We acknowlege the yearning
    To travel time and be free
    May we mind what the mind has been learning
    Be here, be now and permit
    The memories fuzzy to exist
    And in the time believed lost we can be.

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