Measuring memories

I was sorting my memories, from left to right, placing them carefully on each side of a scale. I was hoping to find a balance to settle my thoughts; an equilibrium that would calm my mind. But I soon discovered, my dark memories were much heavier than all the others, and my perspective was burdened by an unfriendly past. I wish I could just take all that melancholy and pile it high, all those failures, mistakes and betrayals, then strike a match setting fire to the darkness consuming it to dust, scattered and weightless. Only then would the scale tip back in my favour. Only then would my true memories be measured.