Images of broken light which
dance before me like a million eyes
That call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a
restless wind inside a letter box
they tumble blindly as
they make their way across the universe

Have you ever processed a memory that makes you want to shut your eyes so tight as if such an act can flush out the images it creates inside your head? Something reminded me of some of the most stupid things I’ve done in my life and they made want to do just that. When we move on from something, when we’ve accepted and forgiven ourselves for past wrongs, they don’t really go away. We just push them aside to make room for new experiences. Once in a while, they demand face time and it can both be jarring and wistful. But as Haruki Murakami wrote, “Taking crazy things seriously is a serious waste of time.” So like bits of notebook memory, I’m sending them away for filing. Someday, I’ll be the one to dig through the archive.

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