Memories

"Memories are like bullets.

Some whiz by and only spook you.

Others tear you open and leave you in pieces"

Nights in white satin, never reaching the end,
Letters I've written, never meaning to send.
Beauty I'd always missed with these eyes before.
Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore.
(...)

Gazing at people, some hand in hand,
Just what I'm going through they can't understand.
Some try to tell me, thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be, you will be in the end.

Moody Blues “Nights in White Satin”