Thursday, July 5, 2012

Forgetting.

My favorite things I possess are my memories.
I recall useless facts about the Inca civilization, sign language I was taught in first grade, the exact spot I met some of my closest friends.

And I fear forgetting.

I've kept a journal noting everyday for four years, but it's not enough. How many tiny memories slip through? Will I remember how it smells like the sea when it rains? Will I remember my daily walk to work? Will I remember how I felt July 3rd or 4th or 5th?

I don't want to forget. It terrifies me.

Please, let me never forget how I screamed hearing The Beach Boys sing in concert or how the hot asphalt felt on my feet or what it feels like to be kissed.

I've almost forgotten that one already.



Take a moment.

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