Memory
Some memories are destined to be forgotten,
Blown away by the whirlwinds of life
Set free into the abyss-
A fate we will all face one day.
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Some memories live and grow with us-
They morph into utopias we can never return to
Traumatic beasts that can never be tame
Prisons from which our present reality cannot escape.
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But all memories leave their mark-
Like a boat at the mercy of the sea
We can only hope to stay afloat;
Once submerged, hope is lost.
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Consumed by the murky waters of perception
Drowning in even the fondest memories
Gasping for a future,
Choking on what could have been.
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As the surface fades from view
And darkness consumes the world
The present is but a distant memory
And the future is non-existent.
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Posted Sep 22, 2021, 2:12 PM UTC
So, don't wallow, even in the good memories. Maybe especially in the strong memories, because those are the ones that can mess with you the most. You're either consumed by the fear of them, or drown in longing for them. The nice thing about memories is that you keep making them. Thank you for the reminder ðŸ˜