They make it feel like I have some kind of hole inside my head, where all the ideas I once had and all the words that roamed around, get swallowed up and never find their way back.
Where do they go? How do they all fit in wherever they end up? Where does this hole lead to, and why does it only seem to target the thoughts I don’t want to forget, while others permanently lie around to torture me instead?
Sometimes I fall asleep thinking of a certain something that I promise myself I will remember once I wake up, but then when I open my eyes again, it’s usually gone.
It’s so frustrating not being able to reach over to something I know only exists inside me and nowhere else. But what often gets to me is when I don’t remember that my mind did wander off, and I just continue walking around with the feeling of having lost something I don’t even know what it is.
