Memories are funny things… they spring up… uninvited. Some fleeting…. Others haunting…
Some turn up in my dreams and dissolve as I gradually wake. Yet others follow my every waking moment…
Happy memories, sad memories… Memories of moments of ecstasy, of disbelief, of humiliation, of contentment, of abandonment, of belonging, of failure, of success… Memories of tender moments, memories of being shut out. Memories of moments of togetherness, of loneliness, of pride, of guilt, of shame, of shared fears, of relief and respite …
Memories of moments filled with laughter and discoveries stolen from a seemingly endless void… Memories of moments of solace and comfort stolen from a different uphill climb…
And all these memories blending in…
…all leading to what makes me… me.
The memories aren’t in places visited or people met… not even in illuminating interactions lasting through days and nights…
The memories rest in the tranquil calm of companionable silence, in glances that speak volumes, a touch here and there as life flows on. The memories are in the dreams of a future, and in the truth of what is past.
The memories endure in the music that plays in my heart. That’s where the memories come from… and that is where they remain.
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