I get banged up a lot like a pinky toe.
I suppose the next few years could get really easy but that already seems boring. Sometimes I get really afraid that I'm already forgetting all the things I tried to remember. The things that were so important, the things that when they happen you think to yourself 'I'll always remember this'..
It's no secret I'm sensitive and emotionally attached to everything. It makes change really hard. I honestly can't even remember how I up and left Canada as a teenager. I can remember plane rides if I really think about it. I can remember the shirt I was wearing the day I arrived in Orlando. I can remember the weather and the green from the day I arrived in Tennessee. I remember travelers first days at my apartment and picking up roach from the amtrak station. I remember crying on a plane at LAX because leaving Reagan was horrific and going back to my marriage was a fate worse than death. Or how pink my room was.
I hate that some things are blurred. It makes me wish I was the kind of person who keeps scrap books. Not note books filled with scribbles and to do lists and numbers that maybe meant something but don't anymore.
Maybe I'll start writing them down. Maybe they will be better the way I remember them. I try not to think about the awful stuff. By nature I remember good things.
I need a better form of expression. I wasn't the best photographer.
Maybe I'll end up singing the songs that lull you to sleep.
I suppose the next few years could get really easy but that already seems boring. Sometimes I get really afraid that I'm already forgetting all the things I tried to remember. The things that were so important, the things that when they happen you think to yourself 'I'll always remember this'..
It's no secret I'm sensitive and emotionally attached to everything. It makes change really hard. I honestly can't even remember how I up and left Canada as a teenager. I can remember plane rides if I really think about it. I can remember the shirt I was wearing the day I arrived in Orlando. I can remember the weather and the green from the day I arrived in Tennessee. I remember travelers first days at my apartment and picking up roach from the amtrak station. I remember crying on a plane at LAX because leaving Reagan was horrific and going back to my marriage was a fate worse than death. Or how pink my room was.
I hate that some things are blurred. It makes me wish I was the kind of person who keeps scrap books. Not note books filled with scribbles and to do lists and numbers that maybe meant something but don't anymore.
Maybe I'll start writing them down. Maybe they will be better the way I remember them. I try not to think about the awful stuff. By nature I remember good things.
I need a better form of expression. I wasn't the best photographer.
Maybe I'll end up singing the songs that lull you to sleep.
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vide0dr0me:
The fact that you remember these little moments even if not the clearest vision is better than nothing. 
plot:
I like that idea, the last bit. i could use a good sleep.