Nostalgia
...isn’t for me.
I’ve no need for nostalgia. I see how it whitewashes the past and creates resentment, tightening the screws in my jaw and contorting my fingers into fists. Not that I don’t have fond memories, wonderful moments I still recall through the softening filters and ink-faded colors of time, which also remove troublesome details while leaving only positive feelings. So what are these memories I’m trying to unearth and preserve as I dig into the catacombs of my life? Time is a rock tumbler and our blood the abrasive, polishing all of our memories into the smooth agates we keep in our pockets and save for a rainy day.
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- The Invitation · September 6‹ The WindsLucky ›