Mind of memories

All these memories trapped in a box,
called a mind
They are a million butterflies,
sailing in circles
Deciding when to appear in the view of awareness,
bursting with life

And I am left in awe
In a kind of shock
That was me
That was my life

Is it a change in ourselves
That makes the person we used to be
The way we used to see life
Seem animated and unreal
Like an actor in our skin doing things we thought we had only dreamt

A chapter is closing
The pages are written in ink that life makes us write
Will the new one make this chapter
This essence I am at this moment
Become so untouchable
That I will wonder who wrote these words
Was I once this person?
Written by Pas52
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