May 13, 2005 11:17
I want to remember so much.
I want to remember the feel of a hand in mine.
I want to remember my mother’s laugh.
I want to remember soulswords and Excalibur, friends and foes, X-Men and Hellfire Clubs, New Mutants and X-Factor.
I want to remember what it’s like to surprise someone by walking through a wall into their face.
I want to remember how my father died.
I want to remember the feeling of letting go completely of everything about my life, of control, and I want to remember the rigidity of holding on to it.
I want to remember slumber parties as a child, and pale hands pressing a coffee mug into mine as an adult.
I want to exist as I am now, not to lose anything with death beyond a pulse and heartbeat and rhythm of my breathing.
I want, I want, I want.
But I guess I want too much.
One memory?
I want to remember Michael smiling at me.
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