Fishing for Lost Dreams
June 12, 2018
Writings and songs seem to feel like strokes of genius tied to the fragility of memory. I desperately try to anchor them to fight a current of thoughts. I try to keep them in my sight just long enough to write them down. Did I ever tell you how they feel like dreams? That’s what they are, daydreams. And when inspiration hits them, these thoughts, trigger a vision I must see come to fruition. Whether they have the potential to become stories, songs, or words to be remembered for all time, it is frustrating when they get lost.
It is a maddening fact that it was my brain that brought me this beauty, and my brain that stores it where I can’t see. The knowledge that I have all the tools and resources to think of it again nags me constantly. It’s too late though, it has already changed my stream of thought too much, and it has disappeared before I can see how.