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“I am made of memories” now
Though I may not remember
Every laugh, every smile or even every tear,
Though I may not remember every
Sparkle in their eye,
Or every time I made them cry.
Despite the inadequacies of my
Brain - rotting in the sun:
“I am made of memories”
And it will forever be so.
For each laugh, smile or tear,
Each glance inside a (person’s) glistening soul,
Every sorrow I’ve caused
Was fused with me, at the second of it’s creation.
Though I may not recall all,
I feel it. I feel every moment
In every breath, in every step
And in every word.
.
We may not have ability to recite our lives
As if our experiences are mere lines in a play.
But our memories make us who we are,
They are laid bare for all to see.
I am made of memories.
The very fabric of my DNA-
Was written.
And re-written.
Forged in halted time
By every moment of my life
Deemed worthy enough to stay.
.
“I am made of memories”
As the poets say.
(Or they should… anyway)
.
.
.
Humans learn and grow with every single interaction. Some big- some small. They all shape that person. This was mainly a story from or about Song of Achilles. But with a bit of me in it. Memories. Memories. Even when they’re forgotten, they live on inside us. Continue to shape us and contribute to who we are
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