Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Memories

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Like the sweet taste, it lasts for a minute or two. Like that great taste that you feel blessed to experience. These are memories.


Once you fully digest that sweet taste or add a different one, you erase the remnant of that sticky distinguished aroma. You may try to extend the pleasure by chewing and chewing but chewing only makes food smashed more and more so that it disappears easily. Nothing is going to last. These are memories


Everyone tries to capture them; photos are a great way but who can turn the clock back? and who is ignorently silly enough to want to turn the clock back? I think some are ready to kill to turn the clock back, maybe I am the one who is "ignorently silly". Fantastic aren't they, these things that are called Memories? No matter good or bad, I believe memories are past, they are only made to be written and kept, never to be re-lived or cried over. Some are obsessed by collecting these bits and pieces, but remembering and trying to live these smashed past is like collecting broken glasses, yes, you collect some of them but you sacrifice cutting your fingers. Old books, old diaries, dead ancestors, works of art, statues, castles, laughs, moments, and pictures, these are memories...


We are humans. We cry when we lose friends. We are humans. We kill. We smile when a kid smiles. We hate. We sing. We swear. We flirt. We rape and get raped. yes, we are humans. Why should our past be as beautiful as our dreams? Yes, we miss those days when we were younger, but when we were younger we knew we were going to grow up and we could have never done anything to stop that, we are humans. My advice is, burn the house you move from. Kill those snakes of the past that will crawl and squeeze your brain from time to time, they will make you cry, they will make you sick. Kill these snakes, for those are memories.


They are made to be kept, but never recalled, for those are dangerous, for those are memories...



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© Ahmad Magdy - 2009

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  2. my worst fear ! not memories themselves but the moment I hav to kill them ..
    liked it awyyy & lOved the pic :)

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  3. omg ya em ana lsa kont bafakar en i wanna go back i always want it simply bec z present is horrible and i think 10 years later i will write z same statement,, a fool i know,, any way i liked it gdnnnnnnn w btw memories are not trash they have a strong hand in making u and me

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  4. With all due respect... I can't but disagree ya 7amada....
    Call me a romantic for it, but memories... they get sweeter with time... some details get wiped away from your mind and (if you choose to) you can actually end up holding on only to the best of it.

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  5. Once you fully digest that sweet taste or add a different one, you erase the remnant of that sticky distinguished aroma>>>no never ....

    and who is ignorently silly enough to want to turn the clock back?>>me....

    but remembering and trying to live these smashed past is like collecting broken glasses, yes, you collect some of them but you sacrifice cutting your fingers. >>but u enjoy the pain...

    Kill those snakes of the past that will crawl and squeeze your brain from time to time, they will make you cry, they will make you sick>>I think nobody is brave enough to dare ..maybe u..

    They are made to be kept, but never recalled>>then why are they kept ..if never recalled..??

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