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.