The Necklace of Memories..

As this moment passes, I try to capture it and string it to the many other memories that I already have strung together by the mere existence of my being. They come and go, the memories I mean, but nothing stays back to keep that smile on my face or the tear in my eye. It seems impossible, but I could not, even if I wanted to, give up the quest to remember all I can and in that quest lies the abominable truth of the things that I would rather not remember.

The silence of death and the twittering haze of the morning have etched their memories on the ever receptive cells of a brain that has lost its connection with the heart. Then why do I still want to hold on to moments that will never come back, that will never be a part of another moment that may happen in the future? The futility of strife is as obvious as the sun on a hot summer day, it not only tires me out, it sucks the life out of my soul.

As I struggle to put situations and incidents into perspective, time catches up with me and the turmoil in my being takes a new turn and emerges victorious over the amateur attempts that I have made to simplify things in my life. And then I have another set of foul memories to string onto my necklace that I have been making for times when I will have to bank solely on the bases of these memories.

So far, I have been trying to make the necklace as beautiful as I possibly can, but its taking a while..

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