Aug 28, 2009

a bouquet of forget-me-nots

if you ask me what i am most afraid of i would tell you it's forgetting.
people are afraid to die, afraid to live, afraid to live, but i, i am afraid to forget.
are we not defined by our memories? by our experiences?
and the older i get the more of these that slip through the cracks in my fists, like sand.
i can't chase after them. i can't get them back.
i am nothing without my history.
i cannot build a future on shaky ground and patchwork memories.
i have already begun to forget, so tell, how will the world remember?

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