Perfect Places

From the ripe age of 3 years old, we get the privilege of creating memories. Moments that consume the universe time and space. Moments that hold the file cabinet in our small intelligent minds.

No matter what a memory is a memory whether you like it or not, good or bad, it will always stay there. Small particles of dust cover our memories from times we've seemed to forgotten, ones we pinky promised to never forget throughout our years.

It makes me think...Is it there? Are we imagining the reality we remember because we want to? Because what if I placed my thorn-pricked fingers on them and it blew away seeming to never exist in the first place?

But sometimes we refuse to acknowledge certain memories exist. Our minds are the most interesting organ that no one can get to the bottom of, that's because it has no bottom.

No ending. No stop. There is no extent to how far our minds can stray away from this world or how close it can be to being completely oblivious to it.

Memories last forever, filling every universe.

(was originally titled : the places you take me)