⸻ There are memories that feel ever so distant, as if they ocurred in another lifetime. Others are ever present, lurking in the corners of my mind. Constantly reminding me of the pain people have put me through, and viceversa. And while all seems and feels mixed up and jumbled, I've come to realize that most of what I was supposed to be feeling is nowhere to be found. It's an empty melancholy, a void of nostalgia not for what was, but for what I wish it could've been. I find it cruel for my mind to make sense of things long after they're gone.
