Memories

It is all a big blur, isn't it?

Each moment we have becomes a memory.

Some memories we hope to live through again. Some, we try to run from. Some, we keep chasing.

All, eventually fade to a blur.

In the fog of our minds.

It isn't really the memory that sticks, is it?

Perhaps, what matters is not the pictures, but the interpretations of them.

The feeling of dimmed light, rather than the sight of it.

What is unfocused can become clear if you take a memory and apply it to today.

Finding the purpose of blurred vision can lift the fog.

Taking the clouds to the sky.

For us, lit only the path ahead.