Memories

When I find a new thing

I get attached

If it’s a song, I listen to it

On repeat

Again and Again and Again

It it’s food, I eat it

Until I memorize the taste

Until it’s engrained into my memory

If it’s a book, I read it

Until the pages become worn

The slightest touch, ripping the pages

Every word memorized until I can repeat the story on my own

If it’s a person…

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Memories are the only things we are left with in the end

Flowers will whither and die

Paper can be torn

Pictures can be erased…or burned

Memories…they keep people alive

They keep the things we hold near and dear to our hearts alive

So if you decide to get attached to anything…attach yourself to your memories