When my uncertainties got meaning...
Uncertainty is flashing in my eyes with certain colours. I picked up one — Magenta. I had seen this bright magenta on her wavy hair. The hazy memories from the past are intensified and now it is daunting me. I am a moderator connecting two ends of the spectrum. At one end, it is my emotions, which are in constant need of elevation and on another end, it is the thick fabric of memories.
“What I am to you?” I asked her once, “A cherry blossom”, she replied and her smiling curve brightened. Her way of talking has a rich zone of integrity and that made me deserted without her presence. The coloured emotions of mine have got a punch of darkness. Emotions constantly strive to get pigmented. Alas! They often meet memories down there. Emotions are begging and saying, “the way you look at us pains us”. “The way we feel responsible to meet your demands makes us feel like a liability, a burden, a hassle…”, memories replied.
The constant battle needs validation and thereby an end. So, when I caught some glimpses from the past, I realized that I am in a flow-state, here and there. In my visual field, when I am making a perceptual world, I reinforced it with surprising elements. When I clubbed my memories with ink and linguistics, I found a way. The hazy memories are crystal clear now and it is flowing in a paper. Emotions are now grateful to me. Memories gave a precious gift for emotions and, for me, it is a better exit.
