2021

I thought long and hard about that moment. Never would I had thought it would end the way it did nor did I ever think it would have begun the way it did. But it happened. Came and went like how moments tend to be. Remembering the past is curious. Every time you remember the past, the memory changes ever so slightly. Reliving a moment over and over...those slight changes add up over time. So how accurately do I remember the past? What slight changes have been lost to my mind's oblivion? And now a few countless snow flakes lightly fall. Unlike rain, there is no sound. Just a blurry scene - cold and changing. If I stare long enough, the scene becomes an endless loop. The white becomes blue, the silence is pulsing loud, and the cold chokes any new thought. Bluer, louder, and colder, still passing moments in the snowy loop to avoid remembering. I don't want memories from the past to change, but all I have are memories and the little moments that will slip away with my unwarranted remembering. That moment and those moments. I'll soon forget the little details that made them the special moments that they were. They'll just be blurry fragments, a blue silent cold oblivion. I suppose that's the risk of remembering the past.