On days when the sky bleeds orange, I sit awake late at night wondering when I will forget. When will the moment come to pass that this day will be lost to me. If life works in a cycle, ever revolving, ever changing, so many things are bound to be forgotten, lost in my mind. There's so much that I can't remember anymore. Sometimes I find myself wishing that I didn't lose memories, that I was able to retain and hold onto everything- but then I stop and actually think about that. Truth be told, there are a lot of things that have happened to me in my life that I wish I could forget completely. I don't remember much of my days as a toddler, but I still remember falling down my grandmother's stairs. I don't remember the first story that I ever wrote, but I do remember the day my kindergarten teacher came in to congratulate me (while I was trying so hard to be invisible) in the third grade- the first day I wore glasses to school. Stupid things that I've said, moments of gasping, shivering, blind retardation have stuck with me all these years- moments that appear in my brain like lightning only to make me shudder with disgust like the nightmares they should be. I barely remember what my first kiss was like. How many moments have led me to be here, now? A million? It seems such a small number...

My brain is an interesting place to be. Even with interesting being my least favorite word to use for anything- somehow is the only one that seems to fit.