dec-my favourite month of the year. always evergreen.
bright lights. bustling malls. festive binges. animated get-togethers. frenetic shopping. all-dressed-up moments. delightful surprises. uplifting carols. jaunty steps. gleeful faces..love in the air.
and an unruffled serenity in the midst of it all.
dec-also when i fall deeper into my own abyss of space and time; looking further back than what had transpired the year alone, drawing parallels with my past's past and more often than not ending up hating yours truly. and yes, i will be nit-picking if not lukewarm about it if you try to even imbue in me the slightest belief that i deserve a pat on the back for a not-too-bad year. and NO, im not jaded yet.
we all know how memories can be so compelling sometimes; so tantalising on our sub-conscious, especially the warm fuzzy feelings to the extent of delirious sorts. the scenes just keep going on playback in the head. so flawless in our minds that we wish to replicate in reality once more. but all these memories are attached with a certain semblance of poignancy.. painful regret that they cannot supervene again.
maybe that's why it's hard to move on; not because i like to live in the past but because i lust for the beauty of that moment. for that one singular exclusivity. and im afraid if i even let go of those memories, they'll just fade away and be lost to me forever..
Dancing bears,
Painted wings
Things I almost remember
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December
Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory...
Far away, long ago
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart used to know,
Once upon a December
Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory...
Far away, long ago
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart used to know,
Things it yearns to remember...
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December
for the good times. too beautiful for words ultimately.
we'll have our wine again..
"the days of wine and laughter laugh and run away like a child at play"
how apt.