Consistent

Memory is sticky.

It stays with you even when you thought you have outrun it.

In the moments of torrential rain

or de-moisturizing heat of the blazing sun,

it will stay with you.

So I wrote it a letter,

explaining why I had to move forward.

I explained that thanks to the memories,

those that shined brightly,

and those that hurt the most,

I now know where to go.

So the memory listened and remembered what I said.

8.13.2025