memory and her loss

Memory tucked in music and hidden in laughs. The memories in smells, in sounds, and in touches. The memories he held dearest were the ones the mind always tried to erase the fastest. The memories he held would never mean as much after the transfer of thoughts to the parchment, but he tried his best….

voids of time, lost to time

“No time left in the present”  No time measured in the glass spheres  That broke into shards  All around him  “No time like the present,” he told himself No time, no time left in the present So he spun the shards about the dead ground until he bled   Visiting pieces that would have best been …

Talking to a Memory | Saturday Writings

“I do not have any memories. Well… that is a lie. That is… I do not have any memories that do not have you in them. There is existence before you, of course, and while it is vast, it is ultimately blank and shapeless. It is void of feeling and purpose. The only parts that…

memory

“According to a recent study, just as you can’t step in the same river twice, your memories are changed by the act of recalling them, meaning that every memory we have is colored by the times we’ve recollected it before… recalling a memory more often makes that memory less accurate, and that every time you take…

No Proof Of Yesterday | Ramblings

I stand in a room, noticing the walls that create the square I stand. I then wonder what proof there was that today existed. There is none. No one in a year, let alone in a millennium, would know that this day existed. Not how the day existed through my eyes, at least. That was…