passing by

Focal points in my life. A bus station, a song, a smell' the feel of a woman's hair across my chest.. I once wrote that photographs are a external form of memory that's draws those moment back to the present.. But these memories are fleeting, they are past, there physical presence has passed by. A touch has no presence anymore' but the idea still provokes an intense emotional response.. Do these events in our life persist or do they only exist as long as we hold them close to ourselves.. Well I know the answer to that, just wish I could believe that world was more beauty than cruelty.... Some that has past belongs in the past, yet it persists in our present mind, thus it must live on through for a brief instant.. A candle that continues to smoulder after it has been extinguished... I wish I could bring the past with me... I may just be drinking too much and wallowing in wants and memories.. To my older self I was to take this opportunity to say the following: your an awful asshole... And to my past self: you really are a fucking asshole...and to my self presently: good luck..

What was trying to say? Ahh memories suck because they pass by and the traces they leave are ephemeral...