You can’t hold on to memories
No matter how hard you try to
I went through my memory box
The ticket stubs had all paled
And you cannot see which movies you had seen
Or remember who was there to watch it with you
I went through my Facebook wall
Oh, how much sadness I found there
Was that person really my friend at the time
And how did it all disappear into thin air so easily
The silly pages we used to like
like “Which character from Friends are you”
are now all called “Page for sale” or contain some Chinese letters
instead of the meaning, they used to have
All of the posts I made seem embarrassing 10 years afterwards
and are way too revealing of personal information
(Will I feel the same way about my Medium articles 10 years in the future?)
I find solace in my growth
Because if I still thought the same things were funny or smart
It would mean I wasn’t living and changing and experiencing new things
There is no need to worry
Because all of the best memories are safely stored in your heart
And are inextricably woven into the shape of you
