Memories

A little thought that I once had

got washed up in the sands of time.

Fossilised and forgotten.

A funny feeling I once felt

floated and drifted away,

Until I couldn’t see it anymore.

The thought buried under sediments, the feeling too far to remember.

One day my synapse accidentally fired an old track and dug up that fossil.

Ancient but perfectly preserved and I’m transported back in time. Why did I forget you?

More old-new tracks are fired, forming the binoculars of the past until, look, the feeling, I see the feeling.

I remember the feeling and why I left you faraway.

Reminiscing, ruminating, recollecting, recalling, reflecting.

Pondering pensively.

Musing mindfully.

Always thinking.