Rustling of the wind within my mind stirs memories - making them spin and dive - mixing them up inside.
Sitting - waiting - for them to settle down and be focused in causes a restless feeling deep inside.
Wanting to be free and independent, climb the walls with succorious splendor.
Lashing out upon the confines of an inner world trying to break out and run away.
Lasting impressions embed themselves along the pathways of my mind, never to be forgotten.
Walking along, I trip and stumble over them - get up and kick at them, but they never budge.
Lifelong memories sometimes are hard to live with, especially as I grow older - wanting to forget them altogether.
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