Free your mind of expectations

Memory and daydreams

                     I can almost remember. 

                      There is a sweet fragrance of parfume in the air, Chanel 5, and suddenly I remember something I cannot really recall.  But if I close my eyes and let the smell overflow my other senses, I can grasp the moment that the scent brought to me. And I can tell you that my mom is hugging me, and that she is smiling and ready to go. 

                     That was only for barely a second, and I don't know to tell you the time, the date, or where my mother is going. But I can tell you for sure that I felt her presence, I saw her smile and the stars in her eyes twinkle, and I know it was not now. Or yesterday, or the week before, or the month before. No, that was a fragment of a memory long gone, when my mom's face was clearer of all the beautiful wrikles that appear on her expressive face, when her hair was raven black for longer days, and when I was younger, smaller and with no idea of what I ever wanted.

              I find this amazing, and I wonder if it happens to everyone else too, if they too just stop and take in the moment, trying to remember, to capture that moment and to bask in the feeling. Because I know I do, and sometimes it bothers me, that something untouchable is making me melancholic. But I still enjoy it. Listening to a song that become me  and my dad's song, and it reminds me of his laugh and wiseness, and any new shooting game reminds me of my brother's blue eyes and cheeky smile.

   I find myself stuck in this repetitive feeling, and I can't explain it in any way, so I go with it, because sometimes it doesn't happen for weeks and I miss it.  Another think that these fragments bring me are daydreams, stories and ideas. Some are new, but some are old, used, not only by me, but by everyone that actually put them down for everyone to see. But daydreams, these exact daydreams are only mine.

               I can even remember some daydreams, like ideas they come and go. I started daydreaming the moment I realized I love imaging stories, like drawing and painting. I am an artist deep in my soul, that's what I believe, so I keep daydreaming. 

 Here's what I remember....