 Falling Memories. (freestyle writing)
The memories keep pouring out like rocks falling, stalling in a moment of 4 dimensions, falling swiftly off a cliffs edge. Where do they go when they hit bottom? Where is the bottom? Is it what we can see? What if we see no ending? For many the bottom is a reminder that the sky is the limit, If you are not falling off a cliff you must be heading skyward. The memories are all that binds us until we meet again, not knowing where life takes us we can only revert to our falling memories, falling through time until they are remembered again. What if they loose themselves in the 4th dimension of time and space, only to appear when you least want them to. Without memories who would we be? Who would we know? How would we know? Where would we go to see a familiar face? A place that brings recognition and a smile a trace of knowing what we are? Memories are what makes us, by far. So remember it all. Memories. | 
Marijuana
05-15-2003, 08:50 PM
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