Time flies,
So do we.
Residue?
Memory.
If wishes have wings,
Why can't memories, too?
Why can't memories take us back into its vortex,
Become reality again,
To be relived and rebreathed.
The mirth and the pain
Reknit and reweaved.
But no.
I know,
Time does fly,
Memories don't.
~Chrysalis~