Memories of time past are not tangible
You can't feel her lips on your forehead from your minds
recollection of blissful moments that were
Memories are figments of the past and can never be present
although they can be imitated, imitations have never been
worth more than an original
We are taught that time moves in a constant horizontal manner
second by second, minute by minute
you cannot exchange time from your future in return for relived
minutes from your past
to correct that one minuscule moment
The moment that caused the butterfly effect to send a ripple of
damage that brought us to this very moment
See we were travelling with that one tiny snowball
not knowing it would grow to destroy us
If only we were four dimensional creatures
we could go back and correct our mistakes

Olivia Fleur