Nico observing Downtown Disney on a boat we rented
December 4th, 2012
I slip into my subconsciousness and fall into never neverland, as I begin to zone out in my mind. My memories swirl around in my head that remind me of moments of my life that bring my senses to a happy place and put a smile on my face.
The air is chilly on this late October day. The thin air reeks with the smell of car exhaust and fine cuisine, ah, life in the big city. There is so many food stands to choose from in this party of thousands but it was the cannoli that caught our eye.
https://twitter.com/FusaCmee I slip into my subconsciousness and fall into never neverland, as I begin to zone out in my mind. My memories swirl around in my head that remind me of moments of my life that bring my senses to a happy place and put a smile on my face.
My memories levitate me to a comfort zone where my dreams are stored, allowing me to feel as if the good events in my life happened only yesterday. The thoughts are warm and melt my heart like ice cream on a warm summer’s day. Damn, I pray I could go back in time and relive those glorious days.
My deep thoughts capture my imagination and its within my imagination where I can find the peace that will allow me to pretend, that I’m living again, in those happy times. Its always a joy to live in the past, and in that thought, because its my chance to be young again. In that world I'm living a life that is fulfilling and everlasting in a zone that was made just for me, by me, from the depths of my mind. God, zoning out is a wonderful release.
I’m lost on the streets of New York. I’m walking hand and hand down the blocked off streets of 7th Avenue, just one block over from world famous Broadway. The streets are crowded littered with street party goers enjoying a large block party of vendors with food and merchandise.
The music is blaring and a man dressed in a Batman suit, Adam West, not Michael Keaton, dance wildly by himself to Informer, as the crowd parts around him seemingly oblivious to his antics and bat moves. Just another day in the streets of mid-town Manhattan.
The air is chilly on this late October day. The thin air reeks with the smell of car exhaust and fine cuisine, ah, life in the big city. There is so many food stands to choose from in this party of thousands but it was the cannoli that caught our eye.
The thick, sweet, cheese filled insides, wrapped in a buttery crust, the taste full of flavor. But with none of the calories to gain, this time. Life feels just as sweet in this place, in this moment. Our trip to New York City is happening all over again, even if it’s just in my mind. The faces pop out at me and are as friendly as I remember as we walk by.
We could have been New Yorkers for all the passerby’s knew. Or maybe we are those tourists that they already assumed we were by the new car smell we had emanating from our skin. Mimie always wanted to see New York and she did and I can relive those times in my mind as if she were still here, but, she still is.
New York lasted more than one day. Allowing more memories for me to get lost in. Our time stretched out like the line we stood in while we waited to see David Letterman. We were so happy to have front row seats. Letterman was so close that I think he sprayed me with his saliva during his monologue. How I wish I could continue to drift away.
I don’t want these moments to end, even as the squeeze of reality eases me out of my comfort zone and back to the real world. It’s never a good feeling realizing that those moments are gone but its reassuring that they will never be forgotten. All you have to do is enter the zone and choose where your memory will go.
The Adventures of Captain Imperfecto/Born Again by Christopher P. Fusaro is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.
Based on a work at christopherfusaro.blogspot.com.
