Memory
Memory
Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.
Our reality is an infinite battle between what happened and what we want to remember.
Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us.
Memories are like salt: the right amount brings out the flavor in food, too much ruins it.
Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.
Our reality is an infinite battle between what happened and what we want to remember.
Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us.
Memories are like salt: the right amount brings out the flavor in food, too much ruins it.
“Memory” has it own life.
Is it inside, but it is outside in all that surround us.
It help us and make a damage to us, but it is carrying a biggest value of path.
“Memory” has it own life.
Is it inside, but it is outside in all that surround us.
It help us and make a damage to us, but it is carrying a biggest value of path.
Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.
Our reality is an infinite battle between what happened and what we want to remember.
Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us.
Memories are like salt: the right amount brings out the flavor in food, too much ruins it.
