I try to remember all of it.
I try.
I try, but most of it doesn't make sense.
I try harder.
I try to think about what I did wrong.
I try other things, other angles.
I try not to give up.
Because I know that if I do, I'll lose my meaning.
"You.. are my quest." We used to say.
But at some point we lost our way.
I think about it every single day.
And now there's no other way
than to try.
I try.