06-15-09|
1:36 am
After a lifetime of repression, there are voids. Nonsense chronology. False memories and a glass wall. I can recite pages from young adult fiction but I can't remember my childhood. And you can't rewire, you know. The good goes with the bad. If you're lucky, you save a detail like the way he rubbed your hand or kissed you in the hallway. An exercise in futility, anyway. Everything lost unless you write it down. |