the threads in her head

These old sweet worn memories, ripple across my mind
Comforting like old slippers, the ones one wear every night.
Warm with their fuzziness, smoothened till it's a blur of sweetness
Like glass washed and worn by the waves of the sea
Time rubbing its sharp edges smooth as silk.
Alas time, with your passing you make one ache yet smile
You create memories, imprints of the past on an impressionable mind
What would humans be, without these remembrances
Where would we be, if we can't recall,
Every new thing learnt forgotten the next
That I would never know, though I can guess.
But there’s one thing which I do know, and that is this:
Blank slate we started out as, then written with memories
Each mark a new change, each fullstop another new story
The chapters go on and on, and no hand can stop it.
The pen keeps on writing till it runs out of ink.
Oh life, you flow so much, and too quickly.
At times, just at times, I wish I could slow you down a little

I'll refine it another time.