Those strange, mysterious occasions......
You look up, you see something, a scene, an object, a colour .......or a shadow creeping...
Or maybe you hear something; a distant shout, a half remembered song....echoes of something past...or something never....the sound of a distinctive car engine......
Perhaps something brushes your skin, or creeps toward your nostrils and strikes somewhere deep within................ there for but a second....gone before your slippery, fumbling hands can grasp it, hold it.......gone.
gone
gone
gone...
They're barely ever 'sad' but yet they make you feel like you will fall to the floor, weeping, a widow to the memory come so quick its now a billion years away.......
but it IS sad- devastatigly so....worse than anything ever-purely for the fact that it is no longer....it is worse than waking from a beautiful dream
Mourning for it, wishing it would return and at the same time you don't even know for sure it was ever there..............
then the moment is past......the day continues.........you forget again and mists clear.......
what it was, who felt it, even if it really existed disappears .............
until the next time.
I have this... feel this... I hear something and yet when I reach or look for it.. it is gone...
ReplyDeleteHey lovely, how are you doing? I miss you loads and your scribbles from the ether! I hope you're well :) Sending you tonnes of love and huggs Xxx
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