Monday, November 17, 2008

A swarm of neurons flow in my head and produce signals and images of moments in life that mattered. To each neuron a a feeling is connected, an image chained to a feeling, both come accompanied. Like children walking hand in hand.
In a random organized procedure, images strike as flashes
A mental image affects the senses and drowns me into moments long gone
a voice or a smell appears
non-existent smells of molecules long evaporated from the universe
and I wonder
if maybe this smell still exists in a box or a cave
An image of you is nestled on one of those million neurons
it has claimed its place and sat there comfortably spreading its roots in the soil below
I'm afraid the image is destined to stay eternally
with time passing the image decays and fades
like a polaroid in reverse
A faded photograph is what remains
of you
flashes of moments undetailed
and an image of a blurry face
that's all what remains
but I'm afraid it will always stay

1 comment:

monamahfouz said...

Will always stay.. sadly.