In My Memory

Memories are tricky.
Sometimes they can be comforting.
Sometimes they can be tormenting.
Sometimes they are the most agonizing combination of both.

Memories are tricky.
Sometimes they prejudice our actions.
Sometimes they give heat to our emotions.
Sometimes they blind us from what is in front of us.

Memories are tricky.
Sometimes we hide from them.
Sometimes we hide in them.
Sometimes we are so mired in them we can't tell the difference.

Memories are tricky.