What’s in a memory?
An echo, a shadow of what used to be. The silhouette of the past casting darkness over the present or the future. An unattainable description of utopian life; a memory is a daydream of yesterday. Visions of the past are captured in the wind, free to come and go as they please. No notice, no notification, just whimsical entrances, departing as quickly as they came. Comparable to the shore line. Waves of emotions crashing at my feet, with no water to be seen. Suddenly, a rapture of water floods my being. It engulfs me, it drowns me, and in an instant, it is gone. Only footprints and water marks are left, as the raving water torments me no more. In the aftermath, the footprints on the shore line, are just that, a memory of the crashing waves that pounded their strength time and time again. You too, crash down upon me, time and time again, like the shore line, even if only in a memory.
PLEASE, DO NOT RIP MY PRIVATE MATERIAL. THESE ARE MY INTERNAL, PRIVATE AND REAL EMOTIONS. PLEASE RESPECT THAT, THANK YOU.
