You may be have gone, but your memories will always remain a burden to me.
The lingering taste of fresh fallen snow, savoured in childhood. Ever more so, I LOVE the feeling of that very feel..
Someone is creating memories. Someone is deleting memories.
There’s no limit what you can achieve.
We didn’t know we were making memories..We just though we were having fun.
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.