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Sometimes I wonder what memories are made of;
a concoction of glimpses from the past,
and fleeting moments that flit past the mind's eye,
enticing powerful emotions that pass as quickly as they had amassed.
Some flood the entire being with heavy nostalgia and deep longing for what once was,
staying way past their screen time,
trapping viewers in an overpowering emotional trance.
Ecstasy and melancholy sometimes join forces-
a single memory carrying the joy of a time once immensely loved and the sorrow of longing,
longing for a second encounter with the past,
each held tight in either arms.
Other times, melancholy crawls in alone,
undefeated by the forces of time, as visions and associated feelings call upon it
with a force greater than the force of passing days, months and years.
It crawls into in-betweens;
in-betweens of bodily cells and tissues,
in-betweens of shivering eyelids,
in-between forehead creases, and
in-between each ragged breath.
Now melancholy, sadder than a funeral pyre
devours everything in between the head and toe;
a domino of devastating events started off
by an uninvited guest-
an unwanted memory from a distant past.
They glide past with quick footing,
leaving behind memory crumbs to find their way back.
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