
Category : Diary/Journal
Sub Category : N/A
Memories.... what are they really? A data storage of facts? An album of images? Or a diary of thoughts?
Memories.... why do we keep them? To reflect? To reminisce? To be reminded of the things we've missed?
Memories.... some cannot be hidden. They roll down your cheeks, they sting your eyes,
cause you to laugh out loud,
or bring a smile to your lips.
Memories.... some are so clear you feel them. The heartaches of loss, the giddiness of new love, the simple joys, the emotions that cause your eyes to leak.
Memories.... the taste of tears through laughter, pains of what was and will never again be, times spent in the fantasies of life, the good, the bad, the joyful and the sorrow.
Memories.... they all eventually trickle down your face.