Thursday, August 05, 2010

Constant Memories

I dig them out randomly, reuse them to fill the dark
in my days over and over again.

But those beautiful memories and carefree laughter
seem void of emotions after so much reuse.

Strained present has firmly altered the past
and weeded the life out of those moments.

Memories are all you have, they say.
No. Not always.

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