Seasonal melancholy

Misty memories,
I don't remember.
Were there
smiles and pain?
Are there things I once said,
things we once shared,
and things we once knew?
Why do I forget
all of you,
you,
and you?

We all paint our own pictures. We modify our memories. We cannot grasp the necessarily elusive and sometimes we are lost in our dreams. Seasonal melancholy.

Quote of the day:
True friends care for you more than the friendship itself.