Memories

 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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