A Poltergeist called Memory

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My memory fails me at times. I am not that young any longer. I recall someone telling me that I sound like someone beyond my age. If they did not see my picture, they'd believe I was a middle aged woman wallowing in the memory of my good old days. I know an occasional dysfunctional memory is anyone's pain in the neck. And I just made a big thing out of nothing, just like old women do, or just like people like me do. What brought this on is a picture which was preceded by a word.

The word - tapioca: a food substance prepared from cassava in granular, flake, pellet (pearl tapioca), or flour form, used in puddings, as a thickener, etc.

And the picture:



Now this strummed memory cords in an unusual way. Where have I seen this? I have tasted it, perhaps years ago, or maybe it was just months. Its taste is like a phantom that lingers at the roof of my mouth but I do not have a solid recognition to grab on to. Is it an imagination? The word is a stranger, the picture a long lost acquaintance. I must have had it at a friend's place, which one? I can feel it in my mouth and it just aggravates me. I will take a ride on this oblivion-train till either I give in or the memory does.

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  1. strophicusJuly 27, 2012 at 8:37 AM

    they say you hit a middle age when you treasure your memories more than your dreams. so you decide. =))

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    1. MsRTMJuly 27, 2012 at 8:53 AM

      ooh, thanks for the wise words. I feel younger cause, I have my dreams more prominently set in my head than my memories. :)

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