How many times does my mind slip away? How many minutes am I lost in thought during class or driving to work? I lose myself in the darkness and depth of my own memories as they swirl before my eyes.
They come from everywhere and nowhere. Anything can trigger them. Anything can set them off. A song on the radio that reminds me of a boy. A joke from a friend that reminds me of my parents. Déjà vu of memories I haven't made yet happen once in a while.
I remember playing outside as a child, scraping my knee when I fell off my bike. Going to kindergarten with my best friend. My first crush, my first love, my first kiss. Memories of the good and the bad all jumbled up in my brain waiting to give me nostalgia at every turn.
My memories consume me and control me. My memories are beautiful and ugly. My memories make me laugh and cry. My memories remind me of what to do and what not to do. My memories define me. My memories have made me who I am. And I plan to make many more memories.
