Pictura
Where did all it went? All stucked and kept in each portrait we'd ever digitally painted. Every picture had a story, had a hidden story and there were much laughter. When life is dry and snoozy, you replay all those, as if they were tapes, yes they are tapes. The videos came alive rewinding and started running in your head again. You are looking at your computer screen but your vision is all about those live videos. You saw your thin self and looked down at your current belly..all those care free days seemingly over, gone. Yet..it keeps running, repetitively..
To keep us on pace, we need to run a deluge, fall down real hard, get up with all bruise and continue running..always grumbling where is the end line. Only when i reached the end, i felt like starting the race all over again. But not possible. Other stuff are calling upon. Responsibilities.
Memory has a capability of putting a full stop at that exact location you left a while ago. You can revise each word but nothing after the dot. After forty years, maybe.. when we see each other again..with much changes, we will continue to write on that sentence after that full stop memory put us at. There will never be blanks in the sentence, only new words, lines, paragraph or as huge as a 5000 words essay..written at the other side of the story. In the end, we still start from where we stopped. It's reunion.
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