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What happens to the ones no one speaks? Do the disappear? Do they go into hiding hoping not to be found and said? Do they stand in front of you, desperately trying to be seen, yet all you do is stare right trough them using words more commonly known to express your thought and ideals? I see the language of the ancestors dying. I see it crumbling being replaced with words like cool and bruh. Slang words that disgrace the English language. Do they wait bitterly? Are the words of old angry and disgruntled due to their lack or use? Do they wait patiently? Could they be a flower on a wall noticeable but usually looked over? Would they be the spider hiding in the corner fearing and hating all that is larger than them? Are they the wise owl sitting in wait knowing the past and present predicting the future? I think they are like patient mothers living in the faze of their child saying “I can do by myself mother, I don’t need help,” when one day they will come back and say “I need you mother.”

The dictionary is like the book club all of the patient mothers hold in their homes while the children are at school. It is the safe house for knowledge and discussion. They wait for the children to come home to them grown up and intelligent. They wait for the word cool to be replaced with magnanimous just as the word bruh would be replaced with brethren. They know the words will evolve and return. The false words will fade and change but will always be replaced by the words of old. Though for now they will remain wall flowers waiting for the one true love to whisk them off and dance. They are the mothers waiting for their children to grow and mature. They remain the wisest, the oldest, the most patient. One day they will return.

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MasterMel2
04:22 Nov 18 2013

I agree with you wholeheartedly

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Wrath1972
07:21 Jun 19 2018

The world is most definitely going to hell.

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Neinmortlan
09:38 Sep 09 2018

we’ve lost this way, things are so polarized now

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I think or memories and none of them are still. They live, vivid, replaying like a tape. Haunting me, and disturbing my sleep. I wish they were still, they would be easier to avoid. To forget, if they were still. I could let them go, let them die, and I would be free. No more pain inside my head. I could sleep.

Has anyone ever had a still memory? Has someone fully let go of a past that kept them caged. I have so many memories that live and breathe in my head. Good and bad, even pointless. But the bad tend to always outweigh the good. I have talked about them to slow them down hoping for them to stop, to stand still. They never do. They slow when I write, when I sing. But that can last forever. They slow because I am thinking of them. Talking to them through a pen and sheet of paper. I am telling them to leave. Do they listen? No. Do I hate them? Yes. I have a nightmare, a memory invading my sleep, but when I wake, I think of a happy memory that was frozen by the nightmare. It is still, frozen and unable to help me. I am in fact at war with my mind. Am I disturbed, dark, solemn even? Yes and I am sorry to trouble those around me with it. I have now decided to just speak with paper. Tell it my fears, my hopes, my dreams. I think of the happy thing, and as I do, they run in slow motion. They let me remember every detail, ever comfort, every breathe of freedom and joy. I remember then feel a warm line forming on my face. It is a tear. One solitary tear of joy. I love the fact I can still care. My dreams live, and my emotions do as well. They are not still. Though if my memories were still, I do not think I would be myself. I would be a different person. I am not still, I live.

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TheHaunted
07:23 Apr 29 2020

I have memories that still come alive both good and bad but i look at them both as they are the only thing i have left of that situation. The good is from the good times that are there and the bad is from what made those good times end and become that of a memory

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