I remember when I used to to have dreams that I worked for
I remember the overwhelming emotions of winning a national medal after months of hard work
I remember the catharsis driving around at 3am just to go somewhere
I remember the pain of breaking my ankle and walking on it for a day
I remember the flowing of my blood as I cut myself to feel something
I remember what it feels like to be proud of myself and have others be proud too
I remember the unique taste of diet soda of handfulls of pills
...but what I can't remember is, at what point did I stop living?
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