Memories are an invasion of privacy. It can be a curse, plaguing your every existance. Forever worshipping that you can't lay a finger on it. Laughing in your face at how pathetic you look when you try..
It's soul searching, cryptic, and neurological. Anticlimactic even. performing on ever whim you survive. You see something, it's stuck. You smell something, it's stuck.
Tast, smell, sight, touch, and sound. All of them parades to your every essence..
Determined to make your life a never ending story. Forcing itself upon you. Feeding your being with hope, sorrow, and empathy..
Best time for your memory to curse and laugh is when you can't remember something or it's right at the tip of your tongue. It laughs until you get it right. And then thwarts away any attempt for it to happen again..
It's just wrong and self concious. Confusing, and stubborn. Idiocy is what i call it.. plain attacks on you. Your own self taking pride in making itself miserable.
STOP IT MEMORIES
YOU'VE HAD YOUR FUN
LET ME BE
LET ME SLEEP...