Memories Are the Last to Die

Time.
I love time.
Time and I,
 we have things in common.
We both cannot exist without the other,
the observer of time and the observation of time.
One is pushed along and one is pulled along.
One is the victim of time; the other is the one victimizing.
Time is so fragile, only the extravagant moments can last till the end.
It’s so fragile, only the extravagant people will last till the end.
So fragile that only the memories will last till the end.
Time will not win against me though.
You see, like time I want the end.
Like time, I forget the past.
Time becomes numb.
Like a distant
Memory.

And oh how I love memories.

August 2010, Steven Conquest

Time.

Its like a ticking clock, always moving forward in small increments untill it passes where it should stop. Where should it stop? Somewhere between the years of 21 and 30 perhaps, nicely ranged the prime of your life. It wont stop, it never will nor will it slow down.

No one experiences time any differently nor has an upper hand in this delimma. Not you, nor i, nor the President, or anyone travelling at the speed of light, doing loops around the sun, or flying backwards.. whatever. You’re an idiot.

Problem is you’re going in one direction, solution is to flow with the current. Whether your dragged forward or not, you’ll reach where you have to go in the same amount of time. And in everything you do, it will melt right down, reach the end then burn out. No regrets, you only live once? You only have one life to regret it, why miss the opportunity?

Dancing in the Moonlight.

There is this boy i keep seeing and never met. He goes to my local bar every friday evening for drinks with his friends and orders the same drink. Pretend ive rambled, pretend its all uptight angst that takes up the next paragraph and sigh at the stupid clichè that we frown at others for but secretly, it haunts us.

There is this girl i keep seeing and never met. She goes to my local coffee shop after work every thursday for late night shopping and meets up with friends where she orders the same drink. Pretend i too have rambled. All of uptight stress and angst that spans for another paragraph and lets sigh yet again at the stupid clichè that we frown at others for but secretly, it haunts us.

So lovely dancing ‘round in the night,
We’re running barefoot through the sand,
Lets not miss a moment till the light,
Pretend morning will never reach,
We’ll run and dance, you’re mine it seems,
Lest we wake from our thoughts and dreams.

Thoughts before bed.

There are to many things in this world to worry about and decide upon. Such arbitrary decisions, things that need to be decided upon, things society expects you to decide upon. Decisions, by the simple fact of deciding and prior to any effect,you’re automatically a different person in their eyes. Almost as if you’ve changed and they can not understand why you’ve done what you’ve done. Perhaps because of the enormous stereotypes we’ve created for everyone else without realising… and we all conform.

The idea is to understand all these decisions, to be well aware of everything you should and hold your own beliefs. Tell everyone and anyone, and screw those who discriminate according to these decisions. There is simplicity in complexity and confusion in heartaches but however confusing, it can be understood and then…well. They’re quite simple after that.

In the creeping sweeping nature of life and living these minor things shouldn’t cause any significant effect on you; not merely as much as they do.

Life’s a game. You want something, you go get it. You dont want something, you remove it. You love someone, you bring them flowers. You recieve flowers, you know you’re loved. And if you want your life to be happy, be happy. Its a game, who says you cant?

The simple concept of life being a game brings and takes away more meaning that you’d care to realise. Nothing matters so much in this game. Think before you react and easily prevent yourself from suffering pain, hurt, jealousy, hatred and heartache. They’re all, “level failed please try again’s “.

Dreaming

J: “I heard that you usually dream of what you last think before you go to bed”
S: “Sounds about right, did i tell you that?”
J: “Nah, i read it somewhere or thought of it myself, i cant remember. I had a dream once that i was a ninja turtle and for about a week, i’d think about ninja turtles before i sleep. Never was a ninja turtle again =( “
S: “LOL!!!!!”