Pink Moon Is On Its Way

The last couple days have been full of fragmented childhood memories. I don't know why. But every time I turn around, there's something new pushing its way out of the depths of my memory. I can't make it stop, and I'm not sure I want to.

These are the bits and pieces of who I am. They were locked up somewhere inside my mind for a long time and now they're finally coming out.

I don't have very many memories from when I was very young. I have a couple traumatic ones, a few happy ones, a few that I can't quite place. And most of them feel like stories. Tales I've told myself over and over again while whispering, "Don't forget. Never forget." They don't seem real. They seem like something out of another life.

Maybe they are.