Memory

Memory
It's a very peculiar thing. Most people believe it only lives within some treasured parts of your brain. Some even say it only lives in the past. But I think it lives in the present, ever-present. It can fully materialise into objects, taking the forms of an old jaded picture, a familiar melody or even a ribbon. It can also transform into more delicate forms such as those that could only be fulfilled by the senses. The sight, the smell, the taste, the hearing, the touch. All of these are parts of our lives. So who can really say that a memory only belongs to the past?