Selective Memory
Even on a granite stone…
even there,
a photograph is needed.
Because a person
is not a date.
And not an ending.
When someone dies,
the need to see remains.
To look.
To recognise.
Selective memory.
It doesn’t preserve everything —
it preserves what matters.
“To come back to yourself.”
But were you there at all?
Where?
Within yourself.
I am learning to return.
I am learning to be present.
I can see
through limitations.
JOURNAL

Entry 1
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