Wind chime gardens....

Memories haunt and we dodge, life goes on, when walked long enough and once we turn around and search for the faces and moments, we find none; thats when the search for the lost memories start and they take it upon themselves to be as elusive as ourselves, for they are mere signatures of our lost past.
one might argue, to look back on memories is a pointless craving of an obsessed mind that can neither let go nor can move back since the commitments of the present are too valuable to lose, and I shall not counter argue;) the best thing about memories is they are chained with one other and a lone sit on your porch or a sip of a coffee on a ruined evening could trigger the reaction and worst thing about memories, the same.
The fall of the first domino, the fall of the last but I might stick with the wind chimes, too many metaphors are too hard to handle. Walking through a garden of wind chimes is a head ache, only the melancholy it triggers goes so deep, unravels hidden desires, forgotten pleasures of childhood, one will only find it too hard to resist. As the bitterness of coffee is an addiction , memories too are of the same kind, as bitter they are, as much our heart treasures it.
I envy people who have the ability not to look at their past or remember anything related and be able to stay away from the whirlpool of memories as if its their second nature, I wish I could at the least pretend the way they are, only to protect my eroded pride but find it a herculean task and sometimes almost happy not to have mastered the art, for the 'Hi's and 'Bye's still fills my heart and even if eons have passed I could never forgive myself if I've forgotten a friend's face or the way he was.
people are prejudiced about their memories just as they are about people around, drawing lines on bad ones and good ones, in the end indifference is the key to greatness, to inner peace, you are made up of the bad ones as much as you are made of the good ones, a honest man might disclose it is only an excuse for our inability to dislodge the bad ones, memories and people alike.
All I can tell is, to your memories, be like a God; do not answer them, do not obsess with them and do not let them go,If it makes any sense are not, that I cannot comment.


P.S: My jurisdiction is limited to writing, not to make sense or to whatever everyone else do.