Diggin' Up History, Burying Memories

It’s been almost two years now since I left High School, I guess I’m missing a lot of people. It’s strange, usually when someone’s gone from your life you mourn and have a eulogy spoken at a small gathering in remembrance, after which, some dust is scattered and you reflect on what you would’ve said to that one person if they were still with you. But instead of this we have celebrations and ceremonies for entire graduating classes. I think it’s kinda sad.

"The passive master lent his hand, to the vast Soul which o'er him planned."

-Ralph Waldo Emerson's Gravestone

It isn’t, however, like all of the people you know instantly “die off” after the grad rituals…it’s more like a slow burn that occurs after the fact, after school is over with completely. It’s more like your entire graduating class slowly departs, their existence (as you know it) gradually slipping away, never giving you that chance to say something that’s of worth. Some go sooner than others, and some hold on, they stay in touch for as along as possible and cling to their relationships like a person to life on their death bed. But I guess there’s nothing wrong with moving on…you have to…it’s like coping with loss through death. And it’s for this that I hate photos. Forgetting the little things is what makes moving on so doable. Gawking at a photograph only does what I don’t want to do: fixate on the dead.

All dug out,
BR80

An Incommunicable Attraction

I think I was too awestruck to fall in love with this girl I just met the other night. And when I’m awestruck...I’m awkward...so unfortunately we didn’t really get to speak for as long as I would have wished. Initially, and with a hefty crowd between us, she was informally introduced to me from afar, yet I wasn't genuinely acquainted until I had met with the sound of her voice. Through her sweet rhythm of speech I heard what I can only begin to decipher as the essence of a beautiful human-being. A little melodramatic? Sure…in words and on paper, and by all sorts of love riddled adjectives…it is melodramatic. But melodrama shmelodrama! When it comes to love it’s not like you can have an original over exaggeration anyway, since every man at some point throughout history has felt this exact way towards some other woman, and not to mention the fact that this particular girl has probably had her share of guys romanced by her charm. All in all, nothing's new under the sun...and I'm just following the rules of attraction entirely by the numbers. But all that aside, my main point is: I can’t put into words how this girl’s beauty makes me feel…well I could, but I’d have to stoop to some mindless babbling about her fair hair and the sweetness her smile…which doesn’t rightfully convey how I feel…so I should stop typing.

Wordless,
BR80