Lost in the grey clouds of morning, a morning of thoughts and memory, I will flow without fall, and remember without regret, I think to myself. alive through the old ways, the newest of futures has yet to begone. The rain always feels cold at first, but never will it stay, never forgetting its feel in my hands, cold yet natural flowing through my fingers, is this what happens to memories...
Even so, I will hold them as close as I can, if they are to flow like water through the wills of time, Through my own will I continue to hold them the best I can.
Sometimes so happy, and sometimes so sweet and nice, it warms my heart, know that the past was once realty, knowing that those memories, once happened, just like the rain drops that continue to fall, each movement, each step is like a video in stop motion, each picture leads to another, they connect to each other, as they do to my soul, through its own chains.
I could never erase them, I could never destroy or take them apart, or stomp the