I long for days I never knew.
Memories as fresh as if they were my own.
But they aren't.
I didn't exist yet.
Reflecting on the days I've filled with memories
feel like nothing more than fairy tales.
Or nightmares.
Depending on the day.
Maybe that's why history and memories blend.
Maybe this explains the odd connection I feel with the past.
Maybe not.
Maybe I'm just crazy.
Blurring the lines of who I used to be
With stories of people I never got to meet.
I forget what's mine.
Forget mine are real.

Life has become bitter sweet.