Memories as a slice

Stories build and memories fade. The lines become haze. As time carries on we look for the day. Holding onto what is only in the moment.

As we walk down our paths, we recognize the past as only goodness in lessons. Learning how much we have changed. Indeed the vibrant moments streak throughout the open lids but we just stand still.

Hoping. Waiting. Listening.

Maybe in silence. Maybe in a crowded roaring throb. Wherever we are, life becomes simplicity. Ravages the mind in a huge sea of thoughts. Imitating motion yet only a glimpse of flickering.

Timid or introverted some become but truth is a protective sheen that covers our souls. Our tiny hints that hurt, still quake throughout. Making rivers of emotions to decipher.

Why do we cover ourselves? Why did we hold back? Truth is, some just can't afford to hold on tight.

So memories are what stay. Fading into a story of yesterday. A hint of emotions that can still cut deep.

This is reality.  None really can alter their own minds.  Truth as vivid as one slice of time can be.

And yet we strive to forget all, everything. Just to cut away the slivers of pain. Why?

We grow best when we recognize that the dents and bruise of emotions help us become new. And yet we fight against it.

Truth.