Monday, May 16, 2011

Some of the best moments in life are spent waiting

It starts as a fluttering in a corner, your body picks it up, and then you know you are waiting for a memory to happen. If someone passing by happens to see your face now, she or he will remember your face after a long period of time and will be unable to shrug off a sense of familiarity.
You know you are waiting for it to happen, not as a tap on your shoulder but more as something gushing towards you. You know the moment the warm flesh of the memory touches you, you will recognize it, not as a missing piece of your remembered life, but as carrying new voices and new scents, and you will welcome it as your own.