Nostalgia slowly burns in my mind as I listen to a song that I used to play long ago. Almost each song has their own pile of memories. Reminiscent rushes through my veins as I allow the song to envelop me and take me back to where I once was. I begin to remember how my life was when I first played the song, or the nights I kept it on repeat. The past is no longer. And memories are a thing of the past. They are in your mind now. But a song somewhat carries your memories along with it. And most likely, many other memories that don’t belong to you.