The Vacation To Nowhere

Everyday your mind fills up with missed intentions, like the recycling bin in the garage you forget about each Tuesday. Stuffed with ideas just waiting to be remembered, you meander through the past weeks without awareness or desire. Every free moment granted to you is lost in a refreshable encyclopedia of distraction. And those precious periods of clarity, the ones where you realize all the potentially wondrous things you are capable of, are blitzed by the onslaught of other fantastic ideas rushing back all at once. You catch your breath and promise yourself tonight is the night to pursue this deeper part of yourself. Yet looking it over, you don't know where to start. It overwhelms the mind. Maybe a moment to refresh the browser, something easy will get you back into it. Maybe another hour, another day, another year, will make those thoughts fade away.

After The Party

For months I wandered through my memory, trying to recall the name of some significant place. It seemed much longer ago than it must have been, like an ancient life interviewed in yesterday's newspaper. 

What was that name? It had the answer to all of this, the confusion that haunted my recent time. There were faces, hazy but recognizable, smiles that could lift my spirit if the image would only focus. Had I lost all of that, or did any of it really happen? What was that name? 

The colours of that time slowly faded into black and white, a punishment harsher than death or torture. To be forgotten both ways, gradually, until the only remaining connection is the memory of feelings. The ghost of closeness and companionship. I don't recall ever feeling different than this present exiled moment. What was that name? 

One last memory remains true, though fading fast. Here I am, in a final moment of happier times, bidding unplanned farewells in haste and strong emotion. Promises made to keep in touch, to fight distance, not to slip away. All I have to do is remember: names of faces, people and the place. I storm out on the whim of rage and sadness, knowing all I have to do is not forget. Don't forget.

What was that name.