Memories

There are pieces of memory that are more fragile than others. Something about them cuts deep, right to the source of feeling. We hide these memories, tuck them away behind the far corners of our minds, you would think we should want to forget them. But no, far from it. They're so soft and precious, delicate little fractions of time ours for the keeping. Those little memories are all we have left from those times so we savor them, we feed off them back there in the depths of our minds. We feed on the authenticity of those stored moments, the simplicity, the pureness, the innocence. They're connected to our strongest most powerful emotions. They're what drive us, what create us. Yet they torment us because those pure memories seem so tangible, when in reality they are eternities away. And so we live to create more deep feeling powerful memories, just to be able to store them away and dwell on them later and say that we've lived.