Perfectly faded.
Broken in.
With a few holes here and there.
Loved.
No, not a favorite pair of jeans.
Perfectly faded, the tarnish of time gone by disguises the rough edges of actual occurences, leaving a smoothed-over surface behind.
Broken in from so many visits, recollections, rememberings, re-livings.
With a few holes here and there. Is that how events played out? Or I am remembering the way I wanted things to be, and not how they actually happenend?
Loved. Loving. Beloved. Loved ones. Warm and joyful memories carry us through to the making of new ones.
13 October 2008
Meandering
Posted by MezzoCO at 11:11 AM
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I often wonder if I will ever get too old to love my jeans.
Exile in Portales has a cartoon and write-up on the Blue Angels in SF.
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