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"My favourite thing
is to go where
I've never been."
- Diane Arbus
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if i don't remember you,if nobody remembers you; did you exist?
i look at photographs,and i feel a surge of emotions no words can describe; i catch a whiff of lingering perfume,or distinct scent,and my mind gets transported back to the years gone by.
memories can be a funny thing,you know they are there somewhere but without a jolt to bring them back into your consciousness,they are as good as gone.
with every smile i plaster on for the camera,with every yellowed photograph,i smile at the camera and i smile at me,because only i know if i fake the smile.
nostalgia has no time in this day and age; sentimentality takes a spot behind. at times i wonder if my past is imagined, if the past is not there and it is not tangible, then i could have had any past at all?
let's fabricate and make-believe then;anything is possible
...
a wild flower dies
where it blooms
so let me be
a wild flower
its death shall be
the fading of beauty
-suchoon mo