Midnight

Draft, 296 days ago

I’ve figured out that my brain’s time is done. In my mind, time has already passed, and the present life is the past. This is why I am so hyper-aware, so nostalgic, looking at every moment remembering where I was only moments before, even if those moments were two years ago. I stare at the empty room and remember hula-hooping and my friend trying to jump on the bed. I remember the way it looked before, and I am in a new place in time, and it will never look the same again. This brings me deep sadness simply because each moment is a looking back. We are only our memories. Our worlds are only in our minds, but we trick ourselves with passports and photographs.

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