If you stay still and listen closely you’ll discover that memories have voices too. And, as you feel the darkness closing in, you can hear their distinctive pitches. They can even speak different languages, sometimes languages that you didn’t even know existed. But, somehow, you understand.
They float around you like those fragile soap bubbles you used to love playing with in childhood. They exist because you gave life to what was lifeless and they won’t disappear from this sacred place even after you’ve faded away.
Remember those who had to leave us, those who gave in to the pain and chose to let go of this world. Remember them because, if you don’t, it will be as if they’ve never even existed.
Maybe… just maybe… they still struggle to exist through those tiny bubbles called memories.