Disappearances happen in life, people can suddenly fade away. Lovers go missing. We open an album to discover the pictures are gone. It's unexplained, it's rare, bit it happens. We call it memory lapse, say we never saw it, any explanation but the truth.
That life is full of vanishing acts. If something that we didn't know we had disappears, do we miss it?
Disappearances happen. Pains go phantom, blood stops running, and people fade away.
There's more I have to say. So much more. But I've disappeared.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
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i think that is why letting go is so hard. because when you let go, and you look at those photos or have those flashes of memory, it feels so disconnected, like it never really happened. and that feels sad. really sad.
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