“If my memory serves me right, which it does less than I’d like; I’d be happier than I am today. I’d be a different person. Actually have some semblance of control over my life. I could count every step I took to get me to this point, and recall each path I chose to be here. If only my memory would serve me right.
Fond memories fade as fast as fleeting peripherals. Bear with me, I’m trying to see your face again. When did I lose the last time I saw you smile? My wires in my head are crossed. The connections are right there, yet out of reach. I miss your smile most.
My head is a mess. The memories mix together. Today is a week ago. Two years past is today. Yesterday has gone away. I’m lethargic from being the host to this masquerade. Tearing masks away to see memories I’m not even sure are mine.
A liar by trade and nature. Each time I speak I fear that my words are lies, for my memory fails my every waking moment. And haunts me in my dreams. Poor tortured soul, who can’t remember a thing. Is that the one you loved so dearly, or some passerby you saw when you were young? I’ll never know.”
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Jake Trammell
I write things I could never speak aloud. Usually in the form of poetry or short stories. One day I’d like to write a novel.
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