From broad to long, long to narrow. These angles and shapes are so familiar, yet somehow I feel compelled to study them, recall how it feels to run my hands along their edges and the sensation of their movement under my palms.
Turquoise was once my favorite color, but now it's so much more complicated than that. I don't just like turquoise anymore. It's a specific type of turquoise, a turquoise beyond my capability to describe. Flecks of gold, bright aquamarine, some gray shades, even navy...lovely colors alone, which, if mixed just right, form the grandest color to ever exist. I might even say I love the color, if not for the phrase, "Don't love something which cannot love you back." It was the color's owner to love me...not necessarily the color itself.
I love music. My favorite song? I wouldn't describe the tone as raspy....maybe a little smoky. With a honey-like sound to it. Smoky, yet sweet...like Georgia barbecue. Delicious, enticing, but comparable to southern comfort food. It brings peace to your mind. Well...it used to. Recently, I try to avoid hearing this sweet song. It seems to set me on edge, send my pulse racing--in a bad way...
Dancing, laughing, playing, kissing, holding, reminiscing, talking, walking, singing, screaming, whispering, crying.
Whatever it is....it's the soundtrack, the story, the photograph, the scent, the feeling.....that describes not just a memory--it's my past, my present, my future, and all the years I live and breathe on this planet. My life.
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