Aching to move, aching to run. Turn it up, take it faster. Mind racing through the past, winding through the pillars of moments, sign posts of memories. Whipping back to one day, passing by the next, snap back to that moment, round forward for another. They line up one by one, neural soldiers marching in time, packing the past with colors and rhyme. Reach out, grab at the post, spin back around, grab it again. Watch the trail, follow it out, burst through, splat!

Make new, hold tight, too much to remember, some of it's lost.  Search for it, dig for it, stop, let it go.  Let it come. Make new.  Make new.