Memories

It's amazing how a memory is triggered. A trail of thoughts could lead back to the past, a smell that is bottled up and kept forever in time, a song about feelings and scenes and love and life and smiles. There are specific things for specific people in specific compartments that is the Pandora Box of my mind.

Bodyshop's White Musk belongs to CT, Old Biscuit Mill and V. Bastardising words, regular piss ups and easy friendship slot into life with AA. Right side partings, mustaches and the waiting grandfather reminds me of A. I remember that dream with I think of Close to the Edge by Solex. Stealing things is who I was. Reposte is who I was. Fallen Angel is who I connected with. JS's flute, ride it, etc start up Rhodes memories.

Many things are not here with me. But all it takes is one small reminder and the past floods and overwhelms me. Emotions in a wave that I can't explain but I want to ride them out. Some memories hurt, but they remind me I am still living.