Fond memories
Time waits for no man. Whether you’re having the best time of your life, or you’re mourning or drowned in sadness, time will roll them to the past.
When they get rolled so behind in your memory, you feel that those memories appear to be more and more vague and difficult to be retrieved. They need a strong power of concentration and a significant amount of time to be able to be retrieved into your current memory again.
It is scary. It is scary when memories you are most fond of seem like they are slipping off your memory. When time passes and more contents of your lives are saved into your short term memory, what seemed to be stored always in your long term memory felt like they are diminishing and slowly vanishing. They are being pushed further and further behind. Without fail, you try regularly running through your mind the whole series of events again just to refresh your memory. But somehow, a little still managed to escape.
I fear. I fear when I failed to retrieve certain minute details. I panicked, my heart screaming to cry out. I have never failed to do my homework. I run them through regularly to make sure nothing slips my mind, despite only having bits and pieces here and there. Blurry and lack of colours as they are, I always still managed to feel them again.
However, at that particular moment of time, I failed. They refused to come to my mind. The chronology of the events were disturbed by empty black screen-shots that cropped in from time to time. I tried harder, and harder, and harder, but my mind was just overseeing vast emptiness.
People put sweet or bitter memories behind, because they move on. They move on to create new memories to be stored. But I refuse. I refuse to forget what seemed to be in the very past,
….because those are my fondest memories.
