What are you right now?
But, Memories. A pot full of memories.
Like the wind carries the aroma of the daffodils,
You carry the aroma of all the places you have been.
That little scar on your knee
that tells the story of the time you fell down the stairs.
Rainy days and the smell of petrichor
that remind you of little puddles and paper boats.
The smell of old books,
that reminds you of grandfather’s books.
The song in the cafe,
that reminds you of your first crush.
Those flowery short
that remind you of summer evenings at the beach.
That smell of cigarettes
that remind you of his kiss.
That sun flower wall paper that popped on your screen,
reminds you of the ones you you saw when you were sixteen.
The smell of the strangers perfume in the elevator
reminds you of the kind your dad used to wear.
The way you braid your daughter’s hair,
reminds you of the way your mother tied yours.
The stranger on the train
reminds you of your childhood best friend’s face.
The old song that plays on Spotify
reminds you of the ringtone on your first phone.
You are a sum of all your memories
Each stimulus, triggering your mind
Playing with your heart’s strings, of the days you left behind.