Micolus the Colossus

I shed a tear for lost memories.It's so sad, in a way, that happiness is a state of mind, which only exists within our memories; in the difference between the future and the past. And then I remember those times. Those times, imprinted in my memory forever. Those times of perfection. Was I happy? I often ask myself that. My first reaction is: why yes of course I was happy, why else would I remember them so vividly and with such glee. But then I try to remember. Was I happy? Had the perpetual hunger been satisfied? I do not know. I try to remember and I fail. Those times are gone, along with the emotions connected to them. All that remains is the present and the memories. And memories, as you all know, are easily altered.

adieu