Remembering.

  PLAY TRACK: THE SECRET LIFE OF DAYDREAMS

  Your hands past my neck, down to my shoulders, and effortlessly gliding across my back. Each nail that grazes me sends a jolt not only throughout my body but to my mind. You’ve filled me with thoughts of summertime, playful hues scattering across the board, building an image I’ve long forgotten. Yes, this is what truly matters — a little time where you and I are no longer individuals, but simply all in the same energy. We become one, but just for a moment, where nothing else in the world feels significant.

  I hope to experience this feeling again. You remind me of what a privilege it is to have memory — to recall moments both sweet and sour, to know and feel the weight attached to them, and to recognize them as something real. Something true to you, and you only.

  In my mind, you will never die. No matter how much time passes, the moments we spent together — the days that are now long gone will never dwindle. For if not these moments, I’d be a much crueler man now.

Who is this writing even about?

Too much at once, I fear. So try not to break your mind apart trying to connect it to a single thing. That would be your first mistake.

Oh, okay. I guess that makes sense. Yeah.