Remember

I remember the vibrations in my chest. The lights scattered across the floor like raindrops. The condensation in the room caused every one of my pores to feel the liquid through them. And I would shake my head and wave my hands to the rhythm of their lungs, vocal cords playing like a harp, strong and firm. My chest was full of excitement, and my heart was definitely reaching its peak. Tears rolled down my face like waterfalls, as your arms surrounded me. It was the three musketeers, always inseparable. While the music played on, my heart grew feet. And the excitement in my hands proved this. Naving and waving as the time went on, rootbeer faygo screaming something sweet as it flowed on my skin… The show must go on.

I tend to forget what night this happened… It’s a blur in my memories when I try to recall something so big, written in my brain with a Sharpie, that said, “Never forget”… But the days and months go on, and the permanent marker fades. I guess it wasn’t so permanent after all, was it? I can remember the hours, the amount of sleep lost that night. I haven’t even forgotten how many dutch masters were rolled. But its like the day was foretold. If I cant remember the night, does it make it a fairy tale or a dream? Or am I counting on a wild goose chase to tell me? Cell phones, pictures, they don’t do much for me, cause the information is withheld like a fantasy, so why must I forget something so simple as a date, when the rest is burned in my memories.

I want to forget the shattered feelings lingering in this bay. Anger, and vengenance, causing women to scream. Everything was so perfect, this had to be a dream. But it was shared among us, even though we ignored the silent gestures, broken glass, covered the entrance. As the voices radiated we held strong. I want to forget the part where I was headstrong, where my fears became phobias that let the blood live on. And as I stared at the walls, it was a maze around me, it was a sequence of a dream. I tried to cover up , but too bad I had an invisibility cloak on, I tried my best to let on. Hey man, are you okay? Why don’t you let me help you up, chill out and go some place else. But I want to forget that I was stuck in hell, while my chin touched the rim, it was their voices I felt.

-(Unknown)