I have these memories.

Memories that feel like mine.

But aren't.

I remember a family, nurturing me and my sibling.

I had arms, legs, and looked like my parents.

I was happy.



I'm not happy.

I can't feel a damn thing.

I can't even feel sad.

What did I do to deserve this.

Tell me.



Sometimes I don't feel those memories, but I feel memories.

Not emotional, big huge moments.

But memories.

But small things, like running around, through a flower bed.



Sometimes I don't remember anything.

I just take a minute to re-collect myself.

Myself-s.

This is going to take a minute for me to get used to.