Wrath of Memories

You know that burst of memories, yeah that's what I am talking about. You remember all the little details, you remember the way some words were spoken. You remember every single thing that was said to you. All the words. All the sentences. The tonality of it, all of it. You remember how you felt, how your name from their mouth felt. Not heard but felt. 

This is what memories do to you. It tears through every wall that you may have build to stop it from coming through to you, but somehow it manages to burst like a flame and burn you. It caresses you, it enthrals you, it saddens you and it makes you want to crave for more, but in reality. 

You want to experience their skin on yours, their words in your mind and soul. You want to feel their presence, their aura, their vibes and yet at the same time you feel so helpless knowing it may never happen. 

Where does that lead you? I don't know, I am still figuring out, helpless.