2nd January 2010
Writing in glittery blue on an old white envelope; Letter inside, dated ’08. Years on, we still keep and remember memories, on paper, in our heads, in our minds, in our hearts.
Sometimes the littlest of things make a memory, Sometimes the best days of our lives, Sometimes the painful and hurtful, And the ones that bring us close to demise.
I’m still hanging onto a shard of a memory, May it not matter it be good or bad, For it is something that inherently brought me to today, For it is a memory that I always had.
For minutes in life make a moment, Moments, a memory; For life is a chain of those memories and never change what we are to be.