Memories

Looking back at memories & enjoying those moments all over again. How precious are those memories. How they are just yours when you wish them to be, and everyone elses when they become anecdotes, incidents..stories. They make that comfort refreshing and the silence just so blessed. They make that loneliness vanish, like it was never there. These memories are final like nothing else. Thy don't change, even when you do. They become a part of your existence. They take you back to when emotions were simple and actions more celebrated. They take you back to when you really were you.