A myriad of thoughts wander through our brain as we pass the time of our day. From the moment we wake to the moment we lie down on our beds – we always persevere to think so that we have a world of our own where we can ease and be comfortable with ourselves. Have you ever wondered at the origins of these thoughts!?
Today as I sat reading a book, I came across a simple nine letter word which unconsciously drove me through a range of thoughts.
So, I lifted my head from my book and stared ahead – least recognizing the world that awaited outside for I was busy searching through my memory to find that very place where I had first recorded this word. From the title of a song – to a night time tale by my father – coming all the way from a poem I had composed years back, a painful encounter and a memory of a photographs…After considerable ease I was able to find the numerous traces of the single word. Yet, it wasn’t to end on that!
The traces pulled out pieces and the pieces joined together to form fragments that had been left off from some tapestry of a memorable day. The book was not closed and in a matter of minutes, the bounds of the word “fireflies” had drifted away smoothly to expose an arena of escaping recollections.
After a couple of minutes (in the real world) and a tiresome era of battle (in the field of my memories) when I opened my eyes to my book the word seemed to become absolutely alien to its text. As an intriguing case, it stood out to my eyes as a relic of my now irretrievable thought……
And there again I sat investigating – “FIREFLIES, doesn’t that word ring a bell?”
Now if you might ask – Was I able to ransack the escapes?
I shall have to say – I seldom remember….but it must have been a “glow-rious” fight