Memories are strange.
I ask myself why are some parts of time captured forever while others are forgotten?
What makes my brain think, “this is important, this must be remembered.”
An image, tune, scent can bring me back a forgotten moment trapped in time.
The snowy horizon line takes me back to a farmhouse and Christmas Village decorations.
The smell of dial soap reminds me of summer days spent eating chocolate ice cream with bananas.
I want to shout, “Remember this! Do these images and smells not resonate with you at all?”
I then realize these small joys of simple things are only shared with two other people.
Eventually, I’ll be the only one who lived in these moments.
When I’m alone with these memories, is it best to keep it a secret or share these with the world?
To share these thoughts that mean everything to me, but may be mundane moments to others make me fear they won’t be appreciated or accepted.
To think, so many have gone with memories they never got to tell and left the world with the possibility of being the last person who knew of those shared times spent with others.
So when I smell dial soap and see a fresh hillside covered in snow,
Do I hold the story tight, or let it go?
Bee the Thread 