For a failing memory, the answer is writing it on a piece of paper. But later on when you read it, you won’t even remember why you wrote in the first place. You cannot establish a connection between the phrases & the ink blots written across. It doesn’t make sense at all. And so we just have to accept that some memories are not meant to last.After all, when we get through life, we won’t be bringing that much memory.
I had this big green earring right now which bothers me every time I answer the phone. At least there is something different for today…
I think I am dull. I am not asking myself why I think I am.
For thousands of reasons, I always get hurt every time I think about that dreadful Sunday which left my hands aching for a week and my heart scarred… What’s my worth?
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