memories

could any memory from my childhood bring back a smile? probably not. i mean, i had a regular childhood. it was happy, i dare say. i have quite good memories. like playing with my friends, but the best memories include a friend who has already died, and died alone, forgotten by all of us. like roaming free in the brooks with my childhood's best friend, but now he lives far away (last time i've seen him was four years ago), and the brooks have either been levelled or turned into dumps, and it's been so long that i couldn't catch a frog any more no matter how hard i tried. another good memory comes after i learned to ride a bike, and the countless afternoons i've spent with some friends riding along the countryside. it's been five years since the last time i rode a bike though; actually, my bike now is just a pile of rusted metal. and those friends.... are no longer friends, but random people with whom i would only spend ten minutes of my time if i weren't given any other choice.

and the few memories that could bring me back that smile are lost in the wheels of time, never to return again. some stories are not meant to be told again. some mementos are not supposed to be crafted again, as the hands of the artisan have sadly grown too weak.

somethings are meant to be forever gone. there is no chance of rejoicing when living them again. we're only given nostalgia, with it's sad smile, as a comfort. and that's all that's left.