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There are times I wish I could type as fast as each thought comes to my mind, 
but they tend to travel at a pace and velocity that no one can stop them to be put on paper; it is like a game they play with my mind. As soon as they come and make fun of my slowness they leave, without a trace. Yes, a thought that is gone and probably will never cross my mind again. All I can remember is the sweetness or the sadness it leaves; yes, only the sensation that they existed but no substance that can be poured on paper. They leave the confusion that keeps me pondering and searching for that thought that may not even existed to begin with. Or did it really come to enlighten me? If it did, it was a lesson learned and forgotten in the millisecond that they came and *puff* disappeared. 
 Well, they must have turned to smoke for a reason, they probably played a role in my life and after they were done they decided to go. Yes! I would decide to believe that.  And since some thoughts are hard to remember, I need to give reverence to those that do stay but are never put on paper simply because they do not come at the right time, you know when you cannot stop and make record of them just because you are too busy taking care of the daily routine, or maybe I am too lazy to stop and take the time to put my thoughts on paper. It is sad, because I do know they play a big role in my life, and even though I would really, really, really, really like to put them on paper or save them for later, I tend to put it in the back of my mind where I never remember about them again . . . this does make me upset now that I think about it.
I wonder if now that I have put these words on paper I would change the way I do things, like, will I stop and write them down? Or type them? Now technology is so advanced that I could even record it on my phone, or Ipod. But then old habits die-hard, will I take the step to change and write my thoughts out? Now that is something to ponder on, something that I can change if I am willing, question is will I find it worth it? 
Pic: taken by Annie Perez-Osorio

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  1. MelissaJuly 16, 2012 at 7:47 PM

    Interesting thought! A mi me pasa lo mismo except it's mainly dreams. The mind can play crazy tricks on you lol I've had dreams that have been so clear the second I wake up but throughout the day it becomes blury and I only remember pieces of it. Maybe if I would write them down like you say, but it also slips your mind before you get a chance to do just that. We're they meant to be forgotten? Who knows? Lol...anyways, I'm happy this thought you write didn't slip away ;)

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