they say memories reconnect you with time,
taking back to the place where you belonged.
reminding what was precious,
what withered as you moved along,
what chose to stay as you kept breaking,
and what you had as destiny unfolded herself in your arms.
But memories are also poisonous,
traveling through the veins,
reaching every part of the body,
aching every spot.
yearning to relieve the pain while enduring it,
in the hopes to relive it?
Memories, in my opinion, are a classic reminder of how far we have come from where we started. It signifies the essence of our being, a reminder that we keep evolving. So, do we cling on those? Or, do we embrace everything good, bad, and ridiculous? The question remains!
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