Memories aren't just sounds and pictures
They exist somewhere
between the sounds
between the pictures
memories are wordless
voiceless whispers
Memories are what keeps a deadman alive
but memories alone can´t tell the whole truth
A good memorie can live up a moment
a bad one can bury the heart in a beat
A memory can be timeless
placeless
But they are not real
not anymore...
Once the moment has passed it´s all over.
No turn back, no second chance,
only re interpretations of the moment.
A moment that has been reinterpreted so many times
can´t be the same.
Pieces of existence tied to the heart.
Good or bad, but true...
the fakest truth
is the one that we accept,
the one that become a part of us
the one we call a memory.
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