Flashbacks from Days Prey on Men
Albeit the fact that our lives are nothing like the books we write- that is we cannot edit our past since we dwell in the present- we still must take time to look back. This is why I can’t see myself in today –yesterday's tomorrow- if not for my past. Flashbacks are the decayed memories that we dial to tune the present to the station that indulges us with the ambiance of success and happiness. Over the years’ I've lived with recollections from all the people I have met. Still nothing has ever struck me as deep as my muse's bygone days. And as her words seeped into my essence she made me realize how free my spirit is and how forgetful a kind heart can be. Life isn't great or perfect and so are we.
Forgetfulness is both a mercy and a dagger in man's very existence. That is why we must learn to use it to destroy the ruins of memories that are painful and void of aim. Nevertheless sadness haunts even in between the cracks of a vase. I've seen roots grow from severed stems as rain washed out all the blood before clotting. And because of what I saw I realized that life is a cold devious smile mustered candidly before double standards, crazy events, regrets, and loss. And though today’s surroundings may seem so conflicting with my direction; I feel my vision building over time as my traits build my character like a brick wall around my soul through flashbacks lighting roads to take or avoid and others to consider when taking new ones. Along these lines I posed the question “ What About Life?” and this came in:
Man is such a prisoner even when left alone to converse with his mind and heart. He claims to aspire for cordiality only to live up his distinctive contradictions. He goes through daily crusades with foreigners from himself who have conjoined principles as his. He prays for welfare in his temple believing that all other worshipers are Antichrist. He is already bleeding out his flaws but he is still holding his high landing stand. Did man ever think of rebuilding a world of sincerity? Today sincerity is outlandish and all devoted honest beings are platonic utopians. Rarity or not, man's liquefied state of emotions is a daily basis. Any solidification for such emotions may bring early classification and eventually social termination. Yeah, what about life?!