Memory

I easily forget things.

There's just something about the ambiguity of a memory that I cannot understand.

Sometimes, you start to make a memory of your own.

Until you forget which ones are right and which ones you should trust anymore. Sometimes, I cannot even distinguish my dreams from reality.

Dreams become fake memories.
And memories become parts of a dream.

It's killing me.

My mind already has these doubts about myself.

Losing control with no one to ask,

I think I have already forgotten the biggest part of my life.
And I really need to write this to remind me how much memory I've lost.

Pointless

So I am staring at your profile, checking for updates, reading your posts.

Small news will be fine. I just want to know you're okay.

How was your day? What did you do?

What are you thinking about? What will you do?

So I am here, doing nothing.. but to think about you.

And you do not even have a clue on how much time I spend for you.

It makes me think if someone out there cares about me the way I care about you.

Such a silly thought, though. It won't even come true.

I guess I'm just sleepy.

Yes, I really think I am.

Connecting the dots and trying to make sense..
But I ended up being pointless.