||Memories are weird.
Sometimes loved sometimes feared.
They are not only in photographs safe and sound.
But are attached to every little things around.
A similar place.
A similar tee.
A similar smell.
A similar whatever you have experienced it to be.
The food you shared.
The time you cared.
The roads that have been walked.
The topics that have been talked.
Memories are never alone.
Sometimes, they are attached to strangers, mostly to our own.
Some will anger you some sadden you the same.
But nothing can stop from thinking about them.
Memories can't be forcefully made
They are a mixture of what is heard and what is said.
Whatever little I have, I carry them with me.
My mind will always know what I can't always say, hear or see.
All the places that could have been seen.
The witty replies that could have been.
All the should haves that now will be never.
But the memories that are already made are thank God, forever.||
#StayBlessed
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