Memories

I WAKE UP ONE MORNING.
THE DAY BEFORE IS GONE, A MEMORY.
YEARS PASS, MORE AND MORE MEMORIES.
GOOD, AND BAD.
AN INFINITE SPACE WITHIN THE SOUL,
IN WHICH ALL YOUR MEMORIES STAY,MOTIONLESS,WAITING TO BE STIRRED.
SOME CLEAR AS YESTERDAY, SOME DIFFICULT TO BRING BACK, LIKE A DREAM.
I LAY IN BED THAT NIGHT, WONDERING WHAT WAS NOW A MYSTERY, AND WHAT WOULD IN TWENTY-FOUR HOURS, BE HISTORY.
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E.B. Pointy-Pen

VT

15 years old

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