A personal feeling. Something that you cling on to in the inner recess of your mind. You are, who you are because of life’s experiences and the memories fleeing mile stones in your journey.
I love capturing those memories and attempt to share them immediately.
What right do I hold to hoard and not share?
What right do I hold over the memories that are not mine?
What will I do with those that do not belong to me?
and in hope, I shall one day, in the future, look back on the life that was, that could have been and just smile at a glorious past.
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