Memories. Relate?

Memories to me feel like something high up on the top shelf, something you try and reach it but the best you can do is stand up on your tippy-toes and see a tiny little part of it. It fades in and out of your vision as you go up and down, on and off your toes. Your arm reaches up towards it but if you end up grabbing it, it'll just fall and shatter. Every precious memory of mine, every foggy memory of mine, they're all in shards on the floor. They're in fragments, they're all pieces to a puzzle I couldn't ever possibly solve. I can't recognise a thing.