ode to supernova
memories are cheap novellas; simultaneously aspiring and failing. the past is a sterile, cold thing that you can never hope to immerse yourself in.
you recite a second, third, fourth-hand account of an event you attended in another lifetime. continue on and soon your nose is growing, a year becomes an eon and you’re muttering facts that may as well be geographical trivia or a little known treatise on an unproven law of physics for all the warmth you show it.be that as it may, time is still a-ticking. if the law of gravity is one day disproven, will it then cease to apply to us?
a stream of recollections is triggered by an off-key note of your favourite song; it is the clichéd flame that ignites and burns bright. from starlight to ashes on your tongue. new old meaning infuses the mind’s dry, humourless fabrications, suddenly reconstructing the moment you fell in love. and out again. music rekindles that delicious pain which we also knew – but never acknowledged – as pleasure.
try as you may, you’ll never recall a one true memory we shared unless struck by a song you claimed as ours, when it was a little too late.
fear not, tomorrow brings a new day to cry, a new lifetime to lie.
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November 20th, 2008 at 1149
i loved it.
esply “from starlight to ashes on your tongue.”
November 20th, 2008 at 1611
thanks, babe.
though i did wonder “why so emo?” when i wrote it. hahaha
November 21st, 2008 at 2000
LOL
normal lar tu