the fresh morning air brought back memories, memories unfounded of the situation. things i used to be embarassed of, but why? these things i had forgotten, but my memory fails me as to exactly why. my most embarassing moment, really wasn't embarassing at all, why have a chosen to forget it? there is no apparent moral to it, did i learn from it? was there anything to learn? all i am composed of are feelings and experiences of the past, all these abstract concepts somehow expressed physically; this idea seems too hard to grasp. i'm constantly questioning my perception. do i really feel this way, or is it some sort of reverie built by my subconcious?

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long cold nights - 2012-10-30
drowned dreams - 2012-10-30