When I post a new blog, it says: You are Affecta, it should say: You are Affected. By everything - the wind blowing, the seaons changing, the swing of a mood.
Some people amaze me with their seemingly endless capabiltiy to forgive, to move on, not to dwell. I dwell. I hold onto things for forever. Not tangible things. I don't keep charms or bits of paper. I don't need them. They clutter my world.
Memories are as tangible as those things. I may not remember all the details. But that's not where it's at. It's in remembering that scent or that mood or that feeling and that never goes away. So if perchance I forget the words or how it all went down, I've still got the memory tucked away. I couldn't release it if I tried.
Some people amaze me with their seemingly endless capabiltiy to forgive, to move on, not to dwell. I dwell. I hold onto things for forever. Not tangible things. I don't keep charms or bits of paper. I don't need them. They clutter my world.
Memories are as tangible as those things. I may not remember all the details. But that's not where it's at. It's in remembering that scent or that mood or that feeling and that never goes away. So if perchance I forget the words or how it all went down, I've still got the memory tucked away. I couldn't release it if I tried.