Faded Memories

Faded are the memories, all the memories that meant so much, everything 
That touched my life is hanging on a string in lifes attic.Early 
existence in abundance captured by light and knowledge, three candlesticks 
Glows in a dim room, flickering and swaying in the light breeze of the night, 
Fills this space I call home. All is occupied at once as a beam of 
Sunshine peaks through a hole in the curtain like a spotlight from a 
Helicopter in the night. Smoke rings dance around the beam in a 
Mystical daze, only to disappear into a mirror.
Wild, stale smiles and paper hearts torn to pieces in an instant. All else fails, and your left with a present action that will soon be a 
Distant memory of a forgotten moment in time. In a trance weary and 
Confused you sit all alone as life passes you by, all you can think 
About is what lies ahead,in your distant corner of this forgotten 
World.