2nd January 2010

Writing in glittery blue on an old white envelope;
Letter inside, dated ’08.
Years on, we still keep and remember memories,
on paper,
in our heads,
in our minds,
in our hearts.

Sometimes the littlest of things make a memory,
Sometimes the best days of our lives,
Sometimes the painful and hurtful,
And the ones that bring us close to demise.

I’m still hanging onto a shard of a memory,
May it not matter it be good or bad,
For it is something that inherently brought me to today,
For it is a memory that I always had.

For minutes in life make a moment,
Moments, a memory;
For life is a chain of those memories and never change what we are to be.