Translucent memories

Without memories

What would I be?

They paint a tapestry of intricate colors and textures

They define my own existence

Veiling my consciousness with retrospection

Is it possible to live only in the day?

To erase what has been taught and earned

soft silken secrets caress my spirit

emphasizing my own existence

Is it possible to purge memories from your soul and spirit?

If so, then who would I be?