Memory is a tenuous thing...

flickering glimpes, blue

and white, like ancient,

decomposing 16mm film.

Happiness escapes

me there, where faces

are vague and yesterday

seems to come tied

up in ribbons of pains.

Happiness? I look for it instead

in today, where memory

is something I can still

touch, still rely on.

I find it in the smiles

of new friends, the hope

blossoming inside.

My happiest memories

have no place in the

past; they are those

I have yet to create.

One of my favorite poems of all time <3