Memories linger like ghosts from "summary" of You'd Be Home Now by Kathleen Glasgow
The past is a shadowy place, a realm where memories linger like ghosts. They drift through our minds, haunting us, refusing to be forgotten. These memories are like specters, appearing when we least expect them, stirring emotions long buried within us. They have a way of sneaking up on us, catching us off guard, and pulling us back into the past.
Memories have a way of shaping who we are, of defining us in ways we may not even realize. They have a power over us, influencing our thoughts, our actions, our very being. They can be both a comfort and a curse, offering solace in times of need but also tormenting us with regrets and what-ifs.
Memories can be a source of strength, a reminder of all we have overcome. They can also be a burden, weighing us down with guilt and sorrow. They can be bittersweet, bringing both joy and pain in equal measure. And they can be elusive, slipping through our fingers like smoke, leaving us grasping for something we can never quite hold on to.
But no matter how much we try to ignore them, memories persist. They are a part of us, woven into the fabric of our lives. They shape our perceptions, color our experiences, and inform our decisions. They are an ever-present companion, a constant reminder of where we have been and who we are.
And so we carry our memories with us, like shadows trailing behind us. They follow us wherever we go, whispering to us in the quiet moments, tugging at our hearts when we least expect it. They are a part of us, for better or for worse, a reminder that the past is never truly gone.
