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Present of our Past
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By:
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Cookie
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Mood:
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full of life
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Date:
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03/12/2007 17:32:07
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Music:
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None
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The older we get, it seems , the more people and places are going to be left behind on the banks of our pasts, left there because a love went bad, because of a move, a fight , a betrayal, an injustice, a death.
Memory is a dramscape, and a dreamscape has no exspiration date.It is an eternal present. The dream is all that is behind us, The mistake, it seems , it to dwell there.Change in linear time is the one constant truth about the world.
Regret of any kind is insidious.It steals from the present.Preventing memory does not steal from the present.Rather , the past, left alone , accumulates to create all that is now.
Just as the image of me shattered before the charming high school sweetheart, i could not be 13 again, going back to the old past is impossible but yet again it will always be with us .
The present of our pasts.
mAy Oo
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