"Memory"

There was a place that use to exist.
It doesn't exist anymore. My memory
of this place is fading pretty badly.
This is basicly a drawing of what
is left of that memory in my mind.
Its not exactly what the place looked
like because the memory has degraded
over time. This is all that remains of
this place as of right now.
You know, I try extremely hard to hold
on to the past. Its very hard to do when
others tend to so easily toss it away.
Most of the things you lived with when
you were small you ahve very little
control or ownership over. But in a
way you still very much were apart
of it. When you grow up you realize
that these thigns were now your own,
but in the posession of others. And
you can't do anything but watch them
destroy it. It's a hard thing to live with.