Never forgotten, just gone.

(This I created 3/9/08 in a write off with my friend in depiction of a story about a man losing his past in a manner similar to schizophrenia or Alzheimer’s)

Transparent clarity

vivid folds within my memory

All that was and in creation elapsed

formed firmly, without falter

What lies ahead breaks the past

rewriting what can't be changed

What is and what is mine, clash

collapsing all within my reality

Restrained to the unbelievable

captured in the missing pieces

Helplessly pressed forward

into the broken future

Losing everything i remember

engulfed within a foreign world

sense has lost all life

What will do i have to fight?

I read this now, and realize the truth it contains within the sane mind of everyday. There comes a point where the reality of now makes us unable to visit the memories of past. No matter how well we remember, change alters perception, new realities to each passing day. We change, the elements change, and what we know no longer fits to what is or was. In the end we've out grown the things we've known, our pasts fractured parallels. We never forget, but lose our associations. Those memories ranging good to possibly bad, leave us, with all their cherishable worth. Those memories you'll have, they'll no longer be yours. Only memories, of memories. Nothing more.
Concrete within my mind, cherished and whole in my heart, my memories will never fade.
But now they’re gone..
No longer can I relive, revisit, nor see what clearly once was, because the characters no longer exist. Me, in my memory, i will always be there.. but you have out grown my memory.
Do I say goodbye?