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November 11, 2015
I can worry about all the things I've done wrong, all the days and years I wasted, all the people I forcefully forgot. Or I can decide to sleep and wake a clean slate. My obsession with memory and time will be forgotten, and the people I love will grow tired of making me remember, "Here, this is where we used to eat, this is what you liked to eat, you used to laugh..." One by one they will disappear, and I will wake up every day with no memory, lots of confusion, and maybe baseless, but much needed, joy.