Frantic

Every time I try to remember- A new memory is formed from the old one. As if the past is made up of possibilities. But the past is stable. It is me that is not. Or so they say. Sometimes, I feel like I am being floored by revelations. Revelations so simple- But everyone else is trying to trick me! By asking their questions. By complicating things… The rumors are all connected! I can see it now. They are trying to distract me with rumors now… They are trying to make me forget the revelations! I guess it is night again. Or so they say. Or maybe they are trying to trick me into sleeping. Because sleeping is destruction.