i, remember, too, the times i remembered you.
as i put water into the kettle or
picked up the little broken spoon from within
the sugar pot
both acts, i agree, too mundane to mention,
alas, these too, i’m left, alone, to do.
i remember; i’ve remembered you.
Remembrance is a disconnecting feeling.
The word feeling itself replaces remembering, when a what or a whom that you might remember is instead felt, even when you’re not trying to remember.
Because feeling is intuition;
remembering is only what follows.
when you find yourself drowned
in the noise of the world
you are a wavelength
heard ringing in those ears
for those lives that haven’t learnt to live without it.
and in all that maddening noise,
you are never empty of wavelengths
ringing in your ears.
There will always be those that soothe you,
for silence is not always the answer.
P.S. just a little, random piece. I feel like it sort of connected quite quickly with the above image so yeah, definitely inspired this post! 🙂