Memories.

Memories.

Some consume our hearts.

Some set our souls on fire.

Some destroy us.

Some require us to catch our breath.

Some burden us with painful desire.

Life runs in a straight line, day by day, month by month, year by year.

We travel on autopilot and go through the motions over and over.

Yet, our memories live in chaotic disorder.

And in the chaos of my memories is where I find you again.

I use these memories of you to propel myself through life and forget the human timeline.