• I forget to remember, and remember to forget, but what is there to forget?

    Memories can revolve, memories can dissolve.

    It's that state of mind where you find it hard to believe, something so true had been dished out of your memory.

    Seeming to forget is hard, no?

    I cannot grasp this potential.

    If other people can, why can't I?

    It seems unfair, but there has to be flaws throughout this beautiful existence with so many perfect, beautiful people in it, am I correct?

    Memories are beautiful, yes, especially true feeling with them.

    Forgetting can be beautiful as well, releasing something you do not wish to remember, though, you like to look back onto what you had remembered and loved how you had forgotten it.












    Then why can't I remember?