Tick, tock, tick, tock....

Those things that you encounter day in and day out that remind you of something so vividly: an event... or person.... or experience.
Its like a bomb has gone off and the vividness of the memory gradually depletes, creating the down slope of a bell curve.
Although sometimes, as is the situation at hand, the encounter providing the memory is stagnant, causing what would be seen as a traffic jam at the top of the bell curve on the way down. The memory replays over and over again, and although the memory is beautiful, it causes for a bit of discomfort and anger due to the steadfast effort to disassociate, in hopes that the light would turn green or that the vehicle would grow wings.
Nevertheless, uninvited memories, beautiful or not, are a forced way of reflecting, which in turn is good for the soul. For that matter, I will continue to sit at the top of the bell curve, and nurture my soul.


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