witty-remark's Diaryland Diary

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Colourful images flash and collide into one another—the sharp geometric corners of one memory rolling off the back of another, like beads spinning in a kaleidoscope.

I’m in the ocean, miles away from shore; my favourite place to be. The horizon dips into the water. Just two shades of blue stacked atop one another. I fight the waves, then sink into them. An ebb and flow mirrored by my own feelings. This. This moment I can pinpoint as the happiest in my life. But it’s fleeting. I can’t consume it fully. It’s a hard candy melting in my mouth—the harder I try to draw out the flavour, the smaller it becomes. Even as I live the event I mourn when I’ll have to revisit it as a memory. Every beat of happiness becomes punctuated by loss.

8:39 a.m. - Monday, Feb. 12, 2018

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