Violating a placid spirit Memories transgress desecrating the sacred.
Memories are the dark side of a full moon.
Memories are unsatiated desires couched on sorrow entangled in time a perennial wrinkle on the soul.
Memories are trespassers possessing neural atrium wading saline sockets slithering in to throbbing veins tiptoeing to hollow spaces burying all under their eerie weight, Memories are an inescapable affliction.
In fragmented mindscape Memories are violent winds littering the past.
Lurking behind aches in ethereal garbs, Memories are assassins. Or sema of a swirling dervish.
Hurtling within, Memories is an avalanche pounding the abyss choking the void one gasp at a time.
Memories are nameless apparitions fused as shadows to the very being.
Memories are an assault on identity and belonging.