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SEE...THIS HAPPENED ON SUNDAY!!!

Today I decided that I wasn't sit around while my parents rested. Today was my day off and I wanted to do something but it just seems like Sundays are the kind of days where everyone either has plans or is in a couch potato mood. That is a huge problem about living in the suburbs in a city that sounds amazing on TV and the magazines but in reality, we are the kind of city that Hollywood won't even think about thinking for a next big sucky movie.

Well it just so happens that my mom made it her job to make some things unreachable but my mind works where in those situations, I want to have the unreachable.

Our pictures are in that kind of setting...
They happen to be in a box in a closet with a bunch of crap on top...!!!
Then I regretted going through all that trouble to get my hands on those albums...
There is absolutely no stage of my life, no person or place that I don't remember.

The funny thing is to believe that that girl was me at some point...Like, "OMG, I looked like that!" or "I remember that" and even "Oh yeah, that's her, I know him!"

And I don't believe it...

The worse part was when I bumped into pictures of people who are physically and emotionally absent in my life.

At that split second, when the moment was captured, everyone in that picture was physically there. At that moment, the situation was real. I was there and I remember every detail but it just doesn't feel real. NONE OF IT!!! I feel as if the present me is the only kind of me that ever existed.

I was there...




I WAS THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




I lived that, I felt that, I said that, I did that, and I know it for a fact, I really do!

Everything is that captured moment is real and the people and the things and the place. EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!

Then I realized how limited my mind is to present reality.

Topping it off with the fact that I've gone through some major changes physically and emotionally...

Reason why I'm writing this...

Even the songs of the past carry these thoughts that set me down at my childhood. They are part of my past reality.

That is a picture, a past reality that becomes unreal because no matter how hard you try to relive that moment...the longer you stare, the more unreal it will become.



A fake memory that is reality...