PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Life seems to always leave us reminders of something we yearn for constantly and yet often seems so far away.  The effervescent glow remaining behind the retina of a flash of memory instills over your vision like the sodium explosion behind a cameras lens.  Except the memory flashed over reality is sometimes dearly welcomed in comparison to the annoyance of the spectrums blur of camera.  I seem to have had the ability to replay memories over reality when such environments duplicate.  I found myself more frequently excited to see the flashes of craved reality actually be coinciding.  The images I so desperately seek are becoming the memory of a new beginning.  A beginning to a life where I can no longer have to anticipate the flash of memory to see the reality I crave because the current will already be better than anything I can recall.  Perhaps it takes the countless memories we all relive daily, weekly, and so…  To better the existing reality and add new memories to replay back on the opaque apertures of life’s memories. I see more of my flashes though, so I can assume that life’s scrapbook has not yet been filled but for once in a long while I see the better pages have yet to come.  It appears love is life’s most insidious adversary, capable of allowing one to welcome a new record and let the cameras explosion be life’s new flash.  Oh how I can see now that all the while I hated to remember the visions was also the reason it’s what I really desired.  My stained cornea is finally clean to see clear once again.