I wished for forgetfulness not a long time back.
I wish for it still. That or the reassurance that someone will tell my story as I would capturing details instance by instance, capturing details version by version. From the eye of a beholder and the eye of a critique, from the fond recollection of a friend and perhaps the fiery tongue of a foe that lashes its venom.A lover's passion , an admirer's wistfulness, a stranger's bewilderment and an acquaintance's misgivings .
What to say of multitudes? I can not quite remember which role have played to perfection.
What is to remember?
Who will tell your story?
I wish for it still. That or the reassurance that someone will tell my story as I would capturing details instance by instance, capturing details version by version. From the eye of a beholder and the eye of a critique, from the fond recollection of a friend and perhaps the fiery tongue of a foe that lashes its venom.A lover's passion , an admirer's wistfulness, a stranger's bewilderment and an acquaintance's misgivings .
What to say of multitudes? I can not quite remember which role have played to perfection.
What is to remember?
Who will tell your story?
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