Thursday, September 22, 2005
Impressions
Back in Edmonton where I belong. The place that shaped my memories and dreams.
How many a people I met whose faces have been blurred with the decay of time, their names forgotten. Like the passing wind, you feel their warmth for an instant knowing full well their temporary nature. But then there are those that leave their impressions so deep, you wonder what would life be without?
Sooner or later, through the natural progression of life, they all become a distant memory. Its not a matter of choice but a certainty that is as brutal as death. I can't stop it and neither can you. All we can do is create an impression.......
......and hope the marks are still visible after time has withered away everything familiar......everything that we hold dear.
How many a people I met whose faces have been blurred with the decay of time, their names forgotten. Like the passing wind, you feel their warmth for an instant knowing full well their temporary nature. But then there are those that leave their impressions so deep, you wonder what would life be without?
Sooner or later, through the natural progression of life, they all become a distant memory. Its not a matter of choice but a certainty that is as brutal as death. I can't stop it and neither can you. All we can do is create an impression.......
......and hope the marks are still visible after time has withered away everything familiar......everything that we hold dear.
Faraz Ahmed 10:12 p.m.
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