memories are made of this…

what is it that makes someone so hard to let go? no doubt, it’s the memories. but what kind of memories? it must be those that touch the deepest part of the heart, that has made the strongest and deepest impact, has even planted a seed that had once grown into a flourishing tree… only to be burned down like a forest fire, leaving behind nothing but ashes.

but the seed that has already made firm home is just waiting for the perfect moment to sprout again, and it takes only a drop of water to begin nourishment. before you know it, that seed has become a full grown forest, and is still continuing to grow, crossing over into boundaries that you yourself had erected. and when you try to get rid of it again, by burning it to the ground, you can’t get at the seed that had been firmly implanted… it has already become a part of you. hopelessly, you succumb to its cyclic whims — like the four seasons, there is a time for birth, life, and death.