And it all goes into another day's past.
All records, safely there. In the open.
But no one knows to look, because
they don't remember. Hours, lost,
stored into the back, cold, empty
space of your memory. And you
never think to look back there, because
you don't remember storing it there.
It's too late.
Tomorrow, I won't
even remember posting
this story of what's forgotten...
It's sad, incredibly sad.
How hours accumulated into
years of your life, can be
forgotten like that.
How your memory doesn't,
or can't, store everything you've
ever done, everything you've ever
said, Everything.
Everyday.
I find it really depressing,
When I'm on the verge of falling asleep.
It goes blank.
When I wake up,
I don't remember my last thoughts before
falling asleep. It's a forgotten memory,
and a new experience everyday.
And experience you never get to feel.
Because you don't remember it.
I feel like my whole life,
My memory has been protecting me
from something. What? I don't know.
My memory clouds my line of vision.
All I know is that it was something bad.
