I toast to you at every slumber night.
You who was never invited but became known.
More accurate than camera yet you have selective amnesia.
Some days, unexpectedly, you knock at the door of my conscience and reveal.
You are never invited but always show up.
Your presence is not something that can be stopped but sure can be manipulated.
Your ways of communicating are quite tangible with html, .jpg, .doc, and text.
To forget about you is to erase time and stop existing.
You are here with the good and the bad but never on specific side.
To understand ourselves, we make use of you.
Humans can only understand the present once they take a trip to the past.
And that's where you come in, memory.
You only live in the past but somehow affect my present since the future will never come...
Every tomorrow will always be a today!