Memories

Life is all about making memories.

Whether we actually remember them, or we forget them, we never stop.

We never can stop, really.

Memory after memory, piled atop one another, stacked as high as our minds would allow it to be stacked...

New experiences, new memories... always.

It may be the same places;

It may be with the same people;

But yet each memory is different, distinct,

Unique as its own.

It can never replace an older memory, no matter how much we choose to fool ourselves sometimes,

And it can never be replaced itself.

Good memories, bad memories...

Happy ones, sad ones...

Unforgettable ones and ones that we want so much to forget sometimes;

They never do go away...

Memories, they shape our life.

Memories, so hard to capture.

Memories, so meaningful, or once was at least.

Memories, so painful, or so we hope to remember it as.

Memories, something we cannot really do without, no matter how much we may beg to differ sometimes.

Memories, I can't do without.

Memories, very much a part of me.