And in the end, we become strangers with memories.
Become a beautiful memory of my past.
In these times, random memories arouse and retreat, Without reminiscing about them life seems incomplete.
The good times passed away, way too soon, But the testing times make us untuned.
Memories of old home visit me often, It bewilders me what lies there that causes me to soften.
I believe that people who have a limited span of memory are just so blessed.
Everything that happens to us becomes a part of us.
Make the most of the time you have. They’re going to become memories some day.
and then you are dancing with ghosts..
How I’m Breaking While You Fall Asleep