what does it feel when your frozen memories, made pictures fade away, like vanishing into thin air?
It's like a part of your way have disappeared, like years of pieces of tangible and visible memories have dissipated. Now only remains our fragile and delicate memory, threatened by the oblivion.
Maybe we all need to forget to create new and fresh memories; we would explode by a chaos of remembrance. For every minute that passes, an instant of infinity dies, is created or even remembered. By then, let's keep them between our sheets, in each wrinkle sheets