Memories

Thanks for the memories. The ones in obscurity and the ones bathed in sun Theses are what help me remain human. These picture that replay in my mind when I make mistakes. The graphic horrors of what had happened make me flinch. But these help me not relive my past mistakes. I also have the memories that bask in the warmth that is my heart. Those are ones that remind me that everyone I know and I are worth loving. A painting hung on the museum that is my head. That image that I hold dearest. It helps me know that I shouldn’t give up on myself. That I shouldn’t let anyone walk all over me. So thank you for the all these memories hung on the museum that is my heart