But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

2.3.13

Try writing all your memories down on pieces of paper and fold them up. Now hold them all on your palm.

That's all your memories in your hand.

Have you ever realised just how fragile your memories are? Essentially, they're all moments. Just moments. Memorable ones, but moment nevertheless. They came and then passed. They're so easy to forget. Sometimes, you tell yourself that this is an amazing moment and you vow to remember it for the rest of your life, but then come the next day, you can't recall exactly what happened.

I don't know why but that scares me. I have loads of paper but not much to write down. My collected moments don't even fill my entire palm.

I literally have nothing to hold on to.