Some memories will never be forgotten, no matter how hard you try to forget them. It seems the harder you try, the more stubborn they become. They creep up on you, jump out at you when you least expect it. Sometimes they leave your heart racing and your eyes brimming with tears. Sometimes they force you to run and hide until their trigger disappears.

Some memories like to remind you that they are still inside of you. Just when you think that you have forgotten, they knock on your door, your own personal raven. They can appear in an innocent smile, a claustrophobic room, or at night when the darkness provides no escape.

These undead memories split you from the living. These are the memories that cannot be spoken aloud, that must not be invoked with language. Veiled with anger or silence, these memories stew.

These memories wait, taunt, laugh, knowing that you cannot fight back.