Shards

Do you ever have something in the back of your head?

A dream, perhaps, or a memory? A good feeling? Something happy or joyous or just…right? You know it’s there, sitting in the back of your head. You can feel it, whenever you smell something, or hear a song on the radio, or you’re just having a good day. There’s something there. Just a little tickle, a shard of a memory, there for a second, then it disappears, and the only trace it leaves behind is you wondering what the heck that feeling was.

There’s something like that in the back of my head right now, something…perfect. Something that existed once, but I’ve forgotten it. But not completely. There’s still a teeny tiny trace of its existence, calling out to me. I want to catch it. I know it’s there, I can feel it whenever some people smile, or the sky is that certain shade of blue, or I hear that one Beatles song on the radio. I don’t know what it is though. I’ve gone through every happy memory or dream I can remember, and none of them are it, I can tell.

But it’s there. Sitting on the edge of my brain, waiting to be rediscovered.

“People fall out of the world sometimes, but they always leave traces, little things you can’t quite account for: faces in photographs; luggage; half-eaten meals; rings. Nothing is ever forgotten, not completely, and if something can be remembered, it can come back.” -11th Doctor, The Pandorica Opens (Doctor Who belongs to the BBC)