I don’t want to cry.
It feels the more I cry,
the more I loose you.
What if I run out of tears?
What if I run out of things to remember?
How real can you remain
when the last image of you I recall
would be from another memory.
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will run out things to memory unless it’s deleted,
do you how to delete memory by time?
I struggle to erase them and move on,
let me know how’s that possible?
I am not talking about deleting memory…what I am talking about is what people call forgetting.
With time we do forget things and as more time passes, the more bleaker our memory gets.
Sometimes the things we remember, we don not remember them as we actually experienced them. Most of the times they are recollection of a memory itself. It is similar making copies of a copy, and in that we do sometimes forget what the original thing was. This is not a fact or anything. It is just the way I think.
To give an example: let’s say in my childhood, I may have done something funny. till a year my friends and family, even me would have talked about it. as time went on it’s mention reduces, but still it is mentioned. At this point of time I do not remember being in that situation. I just remember people or me recalling it. (I am not sure if I am explaining this correctly 😦 )
oh yea.. this is what I wanted to mean in the last line…time is really eraser of the memory and it’s just fades away our memories but not the facts and somewhere it will be inside our head always what do you think?
another way to look at this would be :
” just as you can’t step in the same river twice, your memories are changed by the act of recalling them, meaning that every memory we have is colored by the times we’ve recollected it before.”
for more info, visit: https://www.themarysue.com/memory-distortion-in-brain/
Exactly, time and recollection are two things that erase the memory..super reading !! i like it the way you take writing serious!! wow great Nayana
Thank you 🙂
reminds me of a scene from P.S I love you when she realises that it’s almost a year since he has been dead and her memory of him is fading, she only has the letters to recollect him, powerful words here.
Yeah, that was one sweet movie. Loved it. Now that you say, the poem does go well with the movie 🙂
(My most favorite dialogue from that movie was “I want to be someone’s Gerry”. There were many other good dialogues, but this is the first one that comes to my mind when I think of that movie)
i remember that line too, yes that movie had some amazing lines. It was a beautifully written book too.
WOW.. so deep and thoughtful..!! A really profound post.. must say.. 😇👌🏼
Thanks you so much 🙂 Means a lot 😀
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