Songs and Memories

These damned pictures, pictures everywhere. Stored on memory cards, fixed state harddrives, DVD’s, printed on paper and ink; viewed on a screen, a camera, from my memory; it doesn’t matter, they all serve to remind me of a rare time in my existance when I was actually content with myself. Twenty four hours doesn’t seem that long in a lifetime, in fact, it is statistically insignificant, but it was all I could grasp and fight for. Would I make the same decisions over again? I would without any sign of hesitation, none.

I guess I’m being a tad bit quixotic.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s