Reflection is a dangerous thing to do these days,

Looking back on things you have just done,

Paying a sort of tribute to yourself and the marvels acheived.

Of course there's always the price that you will come across a long since faded memory,

And shock yourself out of your nostalgia and realise...

You miss those times.

You miss that special person.

You miss those friends.

You miss that place, those trips.

And after a brief fling with your mind and its powerful ability to have billions of angles and perceptions all at once on one single thing, and do that billions of times over all in a micorscopic passing of time

You subside back to normal, all in a split second.

How strange then that certain images and sounds, certain voices, experiences and sensations get burnt into your memory,

Forever to be lodged, never to be removed.

In my mind there are various things I will not ever forget

And things I wish I could.

And not anyone of those people, those places, those experiences....

None of them have any clue.

And nor does anyone now.

Except for the outburst in this script.

But this is not a single occurance, for it happens to everyone, several thousand times in a lifetime.

So take heed and use those times wisely. For one day, they will not return, these memories.

One day, there will be none left.

That day will be too late to tell anyone.