There are no guarantees.
No way of knowing what comes next for me,
or anyone.
Some things don't last forever,
but some things do.
Like a good song,
or a good book,
or a good memory you can take out
and unfold in your darkest times,
pressing down the corners and peering in close,
hoping you still recognise the person you see there.

what happens when u dont recognise anyone in there then.
when what u remember seems unique to u and everything seems so surreal.
memories are only precious to the ones who hold them close to their hearts.
but what if im the only one?