There are many ways to define our fragile existence

and many ways to give it meaning

but it is our memories that shape its purpose

and give it context

A private assortments of images, fears, loves, regrets

we alone choose the importance of each

building our unique histories

one memory at a time

hoping the ones we choose to remember

don't betray or trap us

For it is the cruel irony of life

that we are destined to hold the dark with the light

the good with the evil

This is what seperates us,

makes us humans

And in the end, we must fight to hold on to