Memories

They never seem to be all good or bad, they can make you laugh, giggle, grin, cry, sob or sigh. They seem to have an almost distinct mind of their own, acting of their own accord, and surfacing at the most inappropriate or unexpectable times. Some may gradually fade away, some remain clear till our deaths, but all of it lies out there, floating and drifting around, never settling down. Like phantoms, they can haunt you, but their dual-sided nature also brings forth an angel from beneath the darkness. They provide a constant source of inspirations for our dreams, yet we never ever quite grasp the idea of them.

Ever elusive and enigmatic, they are constantly in hiding, kept from public scrutiny, locked away in the wuthering depths of our minds; they are the very essence of our being. We are who we are only because of them.