Memory Den

Do you feel this space around you?
Empty. It is only you.
A tightly wound web of synapses.
A composite of archived memories.
You.
Listen to them.
Frayed snippets of time flashing from deep within
this organic hard drive.
Blurred.
Familiar.
Intangible.
Cherish them for now, for you cannot take them with
you.
These moments thrive in impermanence.