Special Places

Do you have a special place you go to in order to remember something or someone in particular? If you do, then you might be able to grasp a fraction of whatever message I`ll try to convey by writing this. If you don`t, then maybe it`ll just be another short story. Ordinary words in a given pattern attempting to sound beautiful or perhaps even meaningful, although for the unexperienced, the significance behind given words is virtually empty. 

I believe most of us carry around in our memory a place of great importance, and strangely enough, it's usually somewhere only we know about. As time impatiently moves forward, that little piece of physical nirvana starts to evolve into something else... Nostalgia suddenly isn't enough to describe it, for it's just a memory now, attached to a physical place that manages to summon a storm of feelings. A storm that makes us look away, as we struggle to remember whether such emotions make us feel good or bad... Giftet or cursed. Need I explain myself any further? I`ve warned the unexperienced, haven`t I? You feel gifted for having lived all of those precious memories there, and you know you`re cursed because it`s all gone now. 

There`s a very special place for me in the town I live in, and sadly only I know about it. I`m not even sure it means anything for anyone else, but I like to think it does. It`s a small jungle right in the heart of the city. If you go deep enough, you might just forget all about the buildings and the streets and the cars and the noise... Then you`ll feel blessed by the singularity of that moment shared with someone who`ll always have its image carved into your very soul... But only if you go deep enough.

This is a magical place for me, and it's always been like this. Even before I ventured within its woods for the first time as a kid walking a dog, the park always fascinated me. I guess it makes perfect sense that nowadays it represents so much, and holds such a powerful effect over my mind. It's been years since I was last there, and I never really knew why I never returned; not up until now, that is. It's funny how I had this tale all figured out, but it still managed to surprise me with answers I wasn't really aware I was even looking for. I never felt like going back, and not because of some corrupted nostalgia, or cursed memories, but because it was so damn perfect, that I wished to preserve that memory exactly as it was then; a passionate escape from the life I had back in the day. 

Do you have a special place too? Somewhere only you two know about? A place where you turn your gaze away from...?