it scares me
how memories can fade
as time goes by
until they are completely forgotten.
what once was a thought
that made me
smile
or cry,
doesn't exist anymore,
it turned into nothing,
it fell into oblivion.
but energy can
neither be created
nor destroyed.
maybe they were recycled
to form another memory,
a better memory,
a memory that i actually need right now.
YOU ARE READING
New Voice
PuisiPoetry & very short stories. Some are real, some are fantasies. // #11 in Poetry (February 24th 2016) Cover by the amazing @sighstiles
