I’m having a hard time remembering things, lately. I’d forget something I asked about just a couple of minutes before, and I’d find myself turning my memories upside down looking for the piece of information I was just given, just to go against this wave of forgetfulness, to avoid feeling like I’m disconnecting form the world one thought at the time.
About one hour ago, I got hit by a memory so vivid it could have been happening right then. If you ask me now, I wouldn’t be able to put my finger on the timeline and say “this happened that day”. But then again, who could?
What I remember was a feeling of loneliness and lost home. I didn’t know where to go, what to do, I didn’t feel like I belonged anywhere. Yet, someone took me by my hand and showed me a little bit of his home, so it could be mine too. I had done the same some time before – or maybe it was after that? – without blinking, like I knew what had to be done.
I remember every detail of those evenings, like it matters.
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