these are the days that we will never be able to recall because i'll be the only one who remembers them happening at all; i've been gifted and plagued with this absolute memory of everything i've ever done.
everyone's a snapshot, a thumbnail grown in proportion. i never know where i am, just who i'm with. i've escaped having a home for long enough, it seems; it's time to settle myself but not to settle for any other reason.
i keep it all in my mind, each thought placed in a hazy folder, full of life and the death that i once played with.