Justine's Way

We,
humans.

We live in the moment,
and the things we know have derived from the moments in the past which have imprinted our mind of memories.

Ofcourse.

Memories,
should they be sad, happy, glorious, tragic.

They are still memories,
memories which can never be deleted.

So we live on with these memories,
and live the moments which we shall face in the future,
to create new memories.

It's a continuous circulation.

But then,
there are those things,
which do not not appear in our moments,
and therefore,
we do not have any memories of it.

There are many memories which you should have,
so many.

Not of those where you were present,
but of those where I crouch restlessly in the corner of my mind.

trying to find an answer to this confusion,
but ultimately,
failing to do so.

Yes,
these memories,
i choose for you not to have.

For you are in enough bullshit in your life as i write,
bullshit which i have no interest in knowing about.

So i do not wish to scar you even deeper.

You might not know of these memories which creep within the borders of my confined mind.
And you might never know.

But at least,
i wish for you to know,
that there are memories which lie there.
Painful ones.

Thank You for reading.
Goodbye.