I’ve been thinking much about how our memory is light. How we are shaped by it…

All the things We’ve lived. All the things we remember exist just because there was a light that made it visible and let us experience it. The visible, the sensitivity of it... through our mind, our skin...

A memory is light inside of us.

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Memory, such a tricky thing.

It never really leaves at all, there is always a small part that stays as a reminder.

L E A V E .


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What light does to us.
It makes me think of you and remember everything I left unsaid, undone.

Someday.


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