Falling thoughts, like stars

So where did the words disappear to, if they are not here? Where were the stories once told, the memories they hold? They have become stars. Let them go.

The morning sky would never see the stars, for they are well hidden, well-kept. The stars have lost their shine against the brightness of the day. Lost, but never, never forgotten.

The brain has its way of putting memories in boxes. But none of these memories are ever thrown away. They are put away, labeled insignificant. Boxed, and then buried, up until the time that one needs to remember.