Memories. What are they? Little specs of dust? Are they caught in pictures? In the moment? Or are they what your mind wants to remember? Is it the good or the bad? When you think of memories, do you see your childhood? Do you await what will come in the future? Does it bring happiness?
All my memories will die, when I die. As my footsteps disappear from time, and rain. When I take my final breath, when my brain, is brain dead. Sometimes we pray for a cure, or a quick end. But when the time comes, what will be spent? The memories we hold in our head? Or the words our heart never said? What will flash before us?
When we wounder we think, when we think we dream. Our minds have dark thoughts, and the people we love have big hearts.
Memories can be heartbeats, that linger through the years. Echoes never fading, from our face or our tears. And Life can be a collection of these memories to share, a happiness inside that will always be there.
And no matter what happens, some memories can never be replaced. So when you think of memories, what do you see? Old photographs lost in your minds sea of wounder? Or are they those that hurt, that make your heart ache, and your tears jolt?
Do you remember those moments when you never said what you wanted to say? Or do you remember those big moments, where you bursted with happiness? Is it those days that are weary and gray? Or is it those places, dreams, or days that just whispered 'bliss?'
When I go, I want you to remember something.
Please,
Dont Remember The Days,
Remember The Moments.
And Please,
Dont Remember Me,
Remember Our Memories.
