Despite some of them being blithe and cheery, They always float upon a discreet air of sadness.
Because they are Memories.
Demons of the dark ones, keep pulling me back in the black hole. While Light radiating from the bright ones, dimmed still becuase time can not travel in reverse.
Memories of certain people are special torture. Revenge only makes me think, how many memories I am in, in the same way.