So close and yet so far away.
So far away from anywhere.
Memories,
making me who I am.
Memories,
taking me to where I am.
So where am I,
if not lost in these memories?
So where will I ever,
how can I ever,
find myself,
so out of touch
with everything
but these memories.
These sweet, sweet memories
drenched in the sourness of these losses.
