Memory Foam That Evaporates

- I firmly press the side of my head against the inside of my left bicep. Leaving my arm at an awkward angle and I looking a bit foolishly. When I release, the imprint of my ear remains etched on the surface. Simple things that a man learns as a child; carried with him into adulthood. Golden memories left in the passed as we stay present in today. Each step that leads up to where you are right now, is evident on the stairs. Memories documented to ensure that we will not forget. Scrap books and picture albums are kept in the keep sake box. Tucked away for safe keeping in the back of the mind. Achievements are commemorated. Only to catch fire and vanish into the memory foam that evaporates. IZ 2015