Imagine.
Turning back the clock hands that still tick away into the future. To remember a past so bright. A past so vivid. A past so congested. Running round, doing plenty, feeling good in a world filled with memories of tomorrow’s past. Wow! The feeling of accomplishment is sweeter than kool-aid. A life just as oxymoronically bittersweet as that freshly chilled lemonade you anxiously waited to make and sit back and sip in the baskings of your success. Sit back and share in the noisy pictures of the time capsuled smile you have strived for. Hearing this profound giggle filled with tears. With excitement. With reminiscent triumph. Every vault of a life that was, is sealing shut with only a distant flicker. A distant light. A light that will always burn and illuminate. An audience no more. A stage bare. A muted mic. A curtain left without entrance. Just an echo of the footprints left from each leap. Each pirouette. Each catch turn. Canned heat drifts away with this performer’s exit into a door embroidered future. Passing the walls marked by captured moments. Saying goodnite and go. Taking a deep breath as the chords we played crescendos and speeds up to match the ticking hand of time that is ready to explode into another world of turntables. Another chance. A time capsule. Another life. A commencement. Another farewell.
Imagine.
(c) june 2006
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