Fragmented Collections of Life

Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces crushed in the bottom of my memories Why is it that whenever I try to remember all of the important little bits and pieces flutter away from me and I forget... The fragments all seem to fly off into the sunset And the whole memories the strong ones, the stable ones stay with me and I watch the butterflies of my life flit off the crumbs, the details broken thoughts all collect in the bottom of my brain but when I dig them out and let them free I no longer can tell what they are or what they used to be ~Marie Viloria~ Written on: Wed. June 22, 2011 6th place in the contest: All The Little Pieces