The He(art) of Remembrance & Forgetfulness.

after reading Evanescence by Samuel A. Adeyemi

my pre-adolescence brain was like a boat filled to the 

brim with memories & eager to leave the river bank so 

i always carried my little diary with me. these days, i intricate

the semblance of a cartographer, tilting towards the wind. 

& so does my memory. God knows, my memory resembles 

a sieve such that if what enters is not big enough, slips away 

through the pores of my head. so if i learn something 

remarkable like a poetic masterpiece  that sits on the 

minds of readers after they have devoured it's content, i 

quickly will my mind to press the Ctrl + S, to stop it from 

escaping. that is to say there are  things i wish to forget 

& things i would always remember like the dusk of 20.10.20 

at the Lekki Tollgate --- the souls that  evaporated with the 

night for calling out for a change. aren't memories sometimes 

drawn from the past to quench the thirst of the present? believe 

it or not, remembering is hurtful & forgetting is bliss. so if i come 

across something awful, i will guard the memory of it out of the 

train of my thoughts, letting it reel off like the wind carrying 

anything hollow such as nylons & birds until It floats away on 

the sea of cirrus clouds.