memory lane...

Halloween, a day for the dead. Dead loved ones, friends, colleagues, saints, pets or even just an acquaintance. I watched a segment in the news the other day about a cemetery wherein its not people that are being buried-- but feelings. Why not? I asked myself. It would have been a relief to bury the negative side of you (just make sure you don't join them yourself 6 feet below the ground, haha!) and let your pride, pessimistic attitude along with insensitivity and other ugly traits you possess find their place-- down below and hope it won't ever resurface.

What about those nega people around you? It would have been very tempting to bury them as well but just leave the job to someone who is tasked to do it and wash that dirty thought away from your sinful mind! A soul mate once told me that there's always something good innate in each and everyone of us, just lying dormant for some reason. We see what we allow our eyes to see and make those we don't want to see as invisible. There's a reason why people behave, think and feel the way they do. They may not be right all the time but who knows how we ought to behave, think and feel?! We are our own masters and we are weaved different from the others. Its our right to express ourselves but we do not have the monopoly on it.

At one point, you may have argued with your loved ones. You don't mean to hurt them but you were able to. You don't bury the person and leave her from your past for it will always haunt you and darn that memory you got! You find yourself looking back on the good times when you're supposed to remember the bad ones, right? How can that be that you find yourself smiling when you're supposed to be smirking hearing the name?!

You can never close entirely your doors to someone who's been a part of you, no matter how you try. Like those people we visit on their grave each year, they're gone but in our hearts they're still very much in there. There are days, nights that we are haunted by their thoughts, their names, we reach out yet we could not touch or hold them but we know and we feel that they are there.

The love is not lost... sometimes unexpressed yeah...but never gone.