Years pass, moments weave
Staring into yourself you begin to wonder.
where does the mind stop, and the body begin?
in and out
out then in
shaking and trembling
losing moments
snapping back in shame
where did you go?
pretending doesn't change.
hiding doesn't remove.
and yet
still, one would try.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Memories
Short StoryTrying to recover what was lost in the haze. Everything blurred and must be redefined.
