i will not remember, but i will not forget. an in between.

for memory does not, and will never, exist in immortal time measuring mortality. that is why it haunts,

memory haunts the mind and rests its grave in the depths of your soul
killing one slowly with invisible, fragments and fading pieces of life that once were your only existence.
attached to invisible, fragments and fading pieces of life that were once your whole existence.

i hate fading in and out of existence.
being manipulated by my mind to hold onto that moment for one more second, one more hour, one more day
so that every time i recall it, it changes into a fragment of fantasy,
fading into imagination,
at the same time that memory will define and confuse my now.
a present moment stolen by the stale air of the past and i let myself rot in it as if it were holy water.
the past and future are oblivion, the in between is eternity.

I only trust my emotions and feelings.
paranoid of my mind to warp a memory into what it is not-a thought.
Memory is a moment that's trying to be preserved by the mind when it was experienced by the soul.

no memory, even the best, is ever worth remembering