My memories is made from –

A bestie leaving the school with no notice, 

A loved one leaving the world and you can never forget the memories,

The day of when a friend from Year 6 goes to high school,

I found memories-

Singing in my head as I sleep,

Running through my whole body as I am writing,

Seeing a friend holding their hand out like snakes releasing their tongue,

Showing myself in a damp pond seeing a loved one stood next to me,

Watching small memories on a phone,

Where a grave talks to you as you cry your eyes out.

This memory can-

Transform a deep dark pond into the beautifulest butterfly ever,

Turn a happy face to a sad face,

It can make a ladybug cry,

And it can break a heart as it fades.