Tuesday, March 22, 2011

these braille on my skin



"At night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its face
against mine."

- Rumi: The Book of Love



How long does it take for a person to become a memory? When we were younger, people always said time would wash away everything. With the passage of time, these feelings that you feel: happiness, hurt, sadness, anger... will fade. Just as pencil marks disappear on the letters we wrote as children. Just as paper turns yellow, so too will these feelings.

But it isn't true. Any small key to the past causes the whole heart to jerk, as if it happened only a second ago, as if no time has passed. Perhaps there is no immunity to feelings. We like to think that we mellow, but the things that makes us what we are - what we laugh and cry about, is still the same. And those things that caused us to laugh and cry in the past, still do, still do.

Oh, to realise, that one will never outgrow sorrow. That everything that has ever moved my heart, has been etched into my skin. These strings of braille, invisible to the eye, but alive again with just a brush on my skin. A prick of a finger. How long does it take for a person to become a memory? An instant. How long does it take for memories to stop hurting?

Maybe we'll know the answer one day. If we outgrew the trees, if we outgrew the moon.

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