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Tuesday, October 7

Different, So Different

All I know is that I don't know anything anymore.


And I don't understand how I can forget things that happened five minutes ago, but things that happened weeks ago that I have so desperately longed to forget -- those things play over and over in my head. I can forget what I had for lunch, I can forget that I even HAD lunch, but I remember in vivid detail what you were wearing, everything you said, and even the particular way that you smelled.

Selective memory would be better. Easier.

But no...

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

"This may never start.
We could fall apart.
And I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?

So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.

This may never start.
I'll tear us apart.
Can I be your enemy?
Losing half a year.
Waiting for you here
I'd be your anything.

So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.

This may never start.
Tearing out my heart.
I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
(I'd be your memory)
Feelings disappear.
Can I be your memory?

So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.

This may never start.
We could fall apart
And I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?
Can I be your memory?"


"You can forget the world, but you can never forget, your love, that smile, or yourself"-Anonymous


"I'm never quite who you see, but I'm always exactly who I am."-You