Memory Seeds
i wonder what it's like to be a memory.
do they feel the feelings, see the sights, speak the talks?
are they like ghosts, flitting around.
do they change and grow up like people, start at one person and being transferred to another building on what it was for its own growth as well as the person;s.
or...
do they pop in and out of existence but stay pretty much just part of the cosmicness that our brain milky ways produce.
i keep thinking of the dreams in The BFG now. Thanks for that one Mum. Mental note to show it to the Bean when she's older.
Imagine if you could be a Memory Wanderer. I suppose everyone is one to a degree. I'm wandering a lot of my memories lately. Memories of friends like Sonja and the times we had, how I miss her so much now and catching up over the interweb just isn't enough. Those times were so different. So good, but so different. Everything has changed so much...it's the nature of things though and it's good. so is nostalgia.
Even the memories I'd rather burn to nothing have some magic to them. Cruel as the carrier turned out to be.
That's the thing about memories. New ones are always being born. They just have different costumes and life.
When i grow up, I'd like to be a fairy.
do they feel the feelings, see the sights, speak the talks?
are they like ghosts, flitting around.
do they change and grow up like people, start at one person and being transferred to another building on what it was for its own growth as well as the person;s.
or...
do they pop in and out of existence but stay pretty much just part of the cosmicness that our brain milky ways produce.
i keep thinking of the dreams in The BFG now. Thanks for that one Mum. Mental note to show it to the Bean when she's older.
Imagine if you could be a Memory Wanderer. I suppose everyone is one to a degree. I'm wandering a lot of my memories lately. Memories of friends like Sonja and the times we had, how I miss her so much now and catching up over the interweb just isn't enough. Those times were so different. So good, but so different. Everything has changed so much...it's the nature of things though and it's good. so is nostalgia.
Even the memories I'd rather burn to nothing have some magic to them. Cruel as the carrier turned out to be.
That's the thing about memories. New ones are always being born. They just have different costumes and life.
When i grow up, I'd like to be a fairy.
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