We record the impressions left upon us by others
The good and the bad, all impressions on the soul
For everyone you meet leaves a little of themselves behind
Some over a long period a daily entwined interaction
Others a chance encounter sometimes but a moment
Yet another notch on that stick of experience
But what of the depth of the cut?
Some deep tortuous, some superficial
Some brief encounters leave a deep wound
That re opens like a sore when least expected
Others fill you with pleasure and wonderment
Yet I dare proclaim no two notches are the same
One woman's lover can bring sadness to another
For we are individuals all with our own notches
Each created a moment in time, each of us unique
We are simply hard drives
Living breathing hard drives