Reminiscences

There are some things that I can never forget, a continued reminiscence
of what I always suppressed. The broken down pieces that were dissolved
out of my mind. And I will never forget how it illustrated my thoughts,
in the most simplest ways I remembered each memory I've caught. To
understand that it could never fulfill what the moments left behind. The
remembrances of a like-kind.

The familiarities of nights, of the silly times, of the seconds that were
never counted, but were meaningful each time.The craziness that was
spilled upon the blank pages, they re-created stories that were set in stone.
The scenarios that made it all fall in tune, throwing away every detail and
following that flow of mine.

Like a sharp discriminant, I always knew its prominence. In me, apart of
me, in everything, and clearly. An extension of its dominance, I could never
react otherwise, the unfolding reactions created relevance. And in this maze,
it didn't phase me, but it brought eloquence. Growth was evident. And the
only thing I couldn't get past, was the lack of patience that I couldn't grasp.

In the midst of every city block, to resist the calamity of every shock, and
the stability that was always mocked, never was able to release - in a
mentality that was forever locked.

In the improvisations it flourished, the chaos from then on was encouraged.