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Felix Chung

To Remembering

What a cliché it is.
To write to you.
Oh, so many people have tried.
Spilling their secrets
in vain hope
that they can encase their lives
in a prison
of memories.

Defined.
Chiseled.
Marked.
By what they remember.

Looking back,
at lazy summer nights.
The first snowflake.
The fresh breathe of spring.

Hoping, wishing,
that they could experience it again.
That they could wrap themselves within them.
Memories,
ghosts of time past.

Wishing that they could forget the world around them.
Cold and grey,
without the warmth that they felt before.

Remember, but forget.
A marked contradiction.

Remember those nights,
of running free,
of wonders and joy.

But forget those nights
spent wasted.
Reminiscing of a better time.

Strive forward without fear.
Forget, yet remember.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]