In Life, Everything is Just a Memory

For a brief moment, I existed. Life, you could see it, hear it, touch it, smell it, taste it, and possibly even internalize it. The senses through which we perceive stimuli originating from outside the body. From those senses, we respond and we claim we are alive.

Then, in a flash, only memories remain, fragmented.

Reality existed, then we blink and you only have what we thought we had. Memories, slowly twisting in the wind, deconstructed, reconstructed. Retold stories about me, who I was, my life either factual or fictitious or likely forgotten.

In life, everything is just a memory.