Never Having Endings

Memories running through my mind, beginning over and over, yet never having any endings because my mind just keeps on recording everything in my life experiences. Enjoying this precious gift constantly, learning always on the run, remembering every little detail, even those that others never realize are there until reading them in a poem. Then exclaiming how wonderful they are and saying why didn't I see this, but they never do, because they're not attuned to things around them. This mind is always open, absorbing everything and anything in sight or touching any of my senses, I guess that's how it happens in my brain.