Life after social media and the meandering thought stream of deep consciousness

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Dust Memories

When the winds first scattered us, naked to the plains, we crawled from the muck; we crawled from our caves. And I remembered you. I remembered you. You were a distant mote sunken in my brain, left hopelessly alone until I gave you a name. Because I remembered you. I remembered you. Before I found a face to match what I thought you should be, I found out that all along you were tucked away inside of me. The idea of something that I needed to stay sane; a hunger left unsatiated from before we ever came. Like a “made in…” stamp from a factory floor; a tag in a shirt. A warm radiant core emanating and resonating from a forgotten shred of us. I gave you a name and brought to the surface. Because I remembered you. I remembered you. I remembered you. I remembered you.

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One response

  1. jolenek

    Sometimes I get this feeling when I come here- I try to forget how badly I am always remembering what I know about love and it and the one. This passage brings no words to the surface- only the image of something floating from underneath. It’s like looking down into a lake and trying to focus, to zero in through the depth and the distractions to find something truly simplified, amplified, basic. The part of the core that fits right in the middle.

    🙂

    November 25, 2012 at 2:12 PM

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