Through the course of time
We collect precious gifts
Some pleasant
Others otherwise

They remain precious
Simply because they
Remind us why we are
Who we are today

Some of these gifts get lost
Along our long journey
But fret not, someone else might
Just be carrying the gift you lost

Memories.

Sometimes i catch myself
wondering what they
are doing while
I sit here thinking
about what they are
doing. Of course
now my absence represents
my presence over there


Yes, the persona is me.
I am finding my place, and settling down, after months of wondering, maybe years, in the wilderness. I've grown to realise, the more you value your memories, they harder they stick to you.
Value isnt attributed by your regularity of thoughts on the memories, instead, how well it was inflicted on our ever most vulnerable brain.
The mind is a weak yet powerful organ. When both attributes are used simultaneously, the results are, i am afraid, most of the time beyond comprehension.
Be it good or bad.

Use your brain well...or maybe mind is a better word.