Memories

A mirage of words

Memories. They shape themselves by things that occur.

They can be fond, or they can haunt you.

Memories filter through your brain, many seeping away like water in your palm.

You cannot stop them, you cannot make them go away.

But memories will create a life time of a collective.

This collective is made up of everything and everyone you came into contact with.

Its your life story being played out in a never-ending cycle.

Why do we have memories?

They can create disputes due to your version of a memory being different to that of someone else's.

They can create wars... Love, sorrow and even loss.

For memories live forever and in our memory we live.

But who is to say that our memories are even remotely correct?

What if they're wrong?

What if they change every time you think of it?

What if we create a lie with our minds?

What if the memories aren't true? 

Author's Note

This 'poem' of sorts is a very decided theory and any disagreements are welcome. I am open to ideas. Other than that, I hope you like it

Reviews

[C.C. Marx]

It really makes you think and question things, really interesting!

[DreamCastor]

Thank you, thats what I was aiming for :)