Monday, June 22, 2009
Memories
It's like unstringing a pearl necklace. Slowly, one by one, you remove the swollen white pearls from the string and place them in a wooden box. It used to be a beautiful necklace but what good is it when the string is cut. The pearls, each on their own now, still look as pretty, if not better. And I'd rather save the pearls than throw all of it away. Snapshots safely stored for posterity.
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the imagery is real, always. i read on some blog sometime back - that people are what we make of them, love poems on the other hand are real. in the same way - imagery, words are real. the pearl necklace is real, life and posterity is what we make of it.
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