Memory is the process in which information is encoded, stored, and retrieved.


I miss my grandfather's house that didn't recieve proper care from my cousins. It's alright, I will build a new one and be someone's grandfather too.

I miss some people who just disappeared from my life for a variety of reasons. It's fine, I'll meet new.

I miss things that are now over. It's okay, I still have about 70 years to find new ongoing stuff.

I miss the days where I could just be laying on my uncle's porch all day long. I miss the village.

I miss the first time I've read those books, seen those movies and played those games.

I miss the moment where the time and place were just perfect.

I miss the days when the grass was greener.

I miss the chances I was afraid to take.

Too many I's. Time to let go.