Inextricable links.

Holding onto baskets full of moments passed;

some of which will never come again

others which will but not quite the same.

Rummaging through old chapters of a recent past, in an attempt to discern

where one ends

where another begins

where yet another draws to a close…

Listen closely enough and a whisper of longing can be heard,

not of how things were or how they could be..

But a whisper which recognises the awareness that accompanies any true metamorphosis.

The acknowledgement that something was and is no longer;

Of a self that was and is no longer.

Of a self that is and is yet to be.

This knowledge rides the waves of our heartache - a place where joy and sorrow meet.

Layer upon layer, memories are drawn on and drawn upon…

Snippets of film framed and stored amongst the attic rafters of my kaleidoscopic mind.

An ever-evolving, ever-shifting collection of tales from a time past.

To grasp any of it, you have to let go of all of it.

How to remember but not hold on?

How to let go but not forget?

:: Words by Sophie Angelica ::

:: Photograph by Shakara Johnson-Prior ::