Wednesday, August 08, 2007
i knew the day would come when all the beautiful words - the painfully blunt, frighteningly piercing and yet acutely beautiful words - would all be torn down off the wall and hidden from the world. i had made preparations somewhat - nowhere near enough, i found, for in my heart i had not believed what my intuition had whispered. notwithstanding this, it was still a shock to waltz down a corridoor long deserted to realise that that day had come, and passed, and the only place where the words still lived on was in our hearts, and perhaps tucked somewhere deep in a long-unvisited yet not quite forgotten corner of our memories. marker fades away and pencil erases off, but pen scars and, perhaps even more so, does memory...
i miss so many things, but at the moment i miss most that distant memory, that has scarred deeper than any pen and yet faded quicker than any marker. a memory of laughter and tears in a world less than perfect, and a reality more than complete.
...and she set down her pencil, took out her eraser and struck it across the page again, and again, in the desperate hope that as the words faded, so too would the memory. and the emotions in tow.
Posted by nayrakroarual at 7:21 PM
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