....And..you know I won't remember.
The past is so blurry for me.
Yes. I -had- all my 'memories'.
...But would it make sense to say...
I've forced myself to forget them all over again?
Bury them like precious treasure:
.... pieces of golden reflection
....the razor-sharp gems of nostalgia
So bright & brilliant & painful that they're too hot to touch?
And I (won't) remember it
Not even on my most restless night
How:
We were so young then
We thought that everything
We could possibly do was right.
Is that normal?
Is that terrifying?
Do regular people merely open their minds-
...unlock the halls of recollection
(like palms filled with countless grains of sand)
only to scatter them to the wind?
only to send them to the four corners of the universe?
Is it wrong for me to -want- them to unravel?
My past, like an old sweater-vest...
which needs to be undone...remade with those threads...
Into something new.
I forget
And
I lose myself
And
Sometimes I -jump-, as if slapped when.....
'Oh. That's right...that..is..my last name.'
it's looped around my throat by a kindly face I knew...far back when.
Am I washing myself away?
Am I erasing the memory of -me-?
Or is this the start of something new?
Or is this the revival of a whole new 'me'?
I'll not remember it
Not Amestris in a rainstorm
Not sitting in the long grass in summer
...Nor lying with you, keeping warm.
Am I really this old?
Was I ever that young?
Like an ageless man, whose live spans the breadth of centuries...cynical and bitter
Like something new and fragile, curious with a thirt for every sensation there is....joyful and rapturous
I scare him sometimes with how I'm both and neither.
I'd shock myself more if the changes from one to the other weren't over-looked so easily.
He's more observant than I am when it comes to me.
You'd think that's strange but... I'm the same with him.
Protects me.
Protect him.
And it's all so -alike- that that you and he merge and-
I forget.
Was it you or him that-
Fought and bled for me?
And he makes me happy.
....Happier than you ever could....
There is no other Troy
There is no other me
For you to burn.
Yes. I -had- all my 'memories'.
...But would it make sense to say...
I've forced myself to forget them all over again?
Bury them like precious treasure:
.... pieces of golden reflection
....the razor-sharp gems of nostalgia
So bright & brilliant & painful that they're too hot to touch?
And I (won't) remember it
Not even on my most restless night
How:
We were so young then
We thought that everything
We could possibly do was right.
Is that normal?
Is that terrifying?
Do regular people merely open their minds-
...unlock the halls of recollection
(like palms filled with countless grains of sand)
only to scatter them to the wind?
only to send them to the four corners of the universe?
Is it wrong for me to -want- them to unravel?
My past, like an old sweater-vest...
which needs to be undone...remade with those threads...
Into something new.
I forget
And
I lose myself
And
Sometimes I -jump-, as if slapped when.....
'Oh. That's right...that..is..my last name.'
it's looped around my throat by a kindly face I knew...far back when.
Am I washing myself away?
Am I erasing the memory of -me-?
Or is this the start of something new?
Or is this the revival of a whole new 'me'?
I'll not remember it
Not Amestris in a rainstorm
Not sitting in the long grass in summer
...Nor lying with you, keeping warm.
Am I really this old?
Was I ever that young?
Like an ageless man, whose live spans the breadth of centuries...cynical and bitter
Like something new and fragile, curious with a thirt for every sensation there is....joyful and rapturous
I scare him sometimes with how I'm both and neither.
I'd shock myself more if the changes from one to the other weren't over-looked so easily.
He's more observant than I am when it comes to me.
You'd think that's strange but... I'm the same with him.
Protects me.
Protect him.
And it's all so -alike- that that you and he merge and-
I forget.
Was it you or him that-
Fought and bled for me?
And he makes me happy.
....Happier than you ever could....
There is no other Troy
There is no other me
For you to burn.